DONIKA’S POVIt’s been up to 45 minutes since I encountered the woman who seemed to be Kael’s mother, and she was exactly like her son; she looked so cold and maybe, just maybe, annoyed at my presence.I’ve been in his room for what felt like forever, and it felt like the walls were breathing around me. I sat on the edge of the bed, my knees pulled up, Kael’s shirt swallowing my frame. The faint scent of his cologne clung to the fabric, not unpleasant, but sharp enough to remind me who it belonged to.“I shouldn’t be here.” I thought to myself.My mind slipped back to when the war between our packs took place; Mother had rushed me to a different room, which was smaller and darker.“Don’t make a sound, Donika. You must stay alive no matter what, my princess.” My mother’s voice was shaking, and tears filled her eyes even as she gave me a weak smile and kiss on the forehead, and she shoved me under the bed. My small hands clutched the wooden floor, splinters biting my skin.Just as Mothe
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