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Maria's POV I opened my eyes slowly. My breathing was heavy and the air around me seemed cold. I rubbed my clammy hands together. I grabbed my head as pain throbbed through it. My chest felt like it was pressed with something heavy.Alas I had accepted his rejection. I winced in pain, unaware of the fact that it would hurt this much.A knock sounded on the door. Before I could answer it, Jada entered with a tray of food.She placed it on the bed. “I asked your mom to allow me to bring your food so that we can talk. How are you feeling?”“I'm…” I stuttered, bringing a hand to my chest. “I've never felt this sort of pain before.”“It's perfectly normal. It will be gone soon.” She said, before placing her hand on mine.I took several deep breaths and stared at the meal. “I've already eaten.”“You have to eat again. The rejection takes all your strength.”I brought the food closer to me and forced a spoonful into my mouth.“Would he also feel this pain?”Jada shrugged her shoulders. “I'm

“You called for me.” I said to my parents as I stood at the entrance of their room.Father adjusted his robe and motioned for me to enter the room.“I'm getting older.” He announced, rubbing his slightly wrinkled forehead. We were close enough for me to notice the dark bags underneath his eyes.“I'm sure your mother told you about everything yesterday. How I need to hand over my alpha position to an heir.”“She did, and she also mentioned that I'm not that heir.” I said in a plain tone.“Your father has met with the best shaman in town. The shaman would try his best to get your wolf back, but if it doesn't work, we have no other choice.” Mother chipped in.“I can rule without a wolf. I received the blessings of the guardians. I'm a seer.”I heard a gasp escape my mother's lips, while father wore a puzzled look on his face. My breath hitched in my throat and I wondered if I had said something bad.“You got your ability, and you're a seer?” Mother asked.“Yes.”“Your sister.” Father sai

Maria“Arghhh,” I screamed as the pain severed my insides. Solara held my hand by the sides, whispering comforting words that I barely listened to. Jada had left to get the healer. I couldn't wait any longer.“She'd soon get help. Just hang on,” Solara said as she squeezed my palm.“I can't. It's…” I shouted. The pain clawed my insides, causing me to squirm over the bed. Every breath of mine was shallow, taking a lot of effort. My hands shook vigorously and sweat dampened my clothes.Jada returned and knelt by my side, her hands were locked around mine.“Where is the healer?” I winced as I forced the question out of my mouth.“I sent someone to call her. She'd be here. Stay with me, Maria.” She whispered.The fire in my belly made it difficult for me to focus on her words. My body no longer felt like my own.A sharp knock sounded at the door. Solara left my side and hurried over to the entrance. “You're here.” I heard her say, and relief washed over me.The woman who entered wasn't yo

Maria's POVIt had been more than a week since I sent the letters. Nine days, nine long restless nights as well. The silence from Triton pressed against me like a heavy weight. Every time a knock sounded on the doors of the packhouse, I prayed it was news of him, but nothing came.Every morning, I rose with expectations. I lay awake each night, staring at the ceiling, wondering if he had read my words or tossed them aside.On the tenth day, my patience turned into panic. I slipped out of the house, wrapped a cloak around my shoulders and walked to the messenger's post. His little hut smelt of ink, wax and paper. He looked up as I entered, his eyebrows lifting in faint surprise.“Lady Maria,” He said, wiping his ink-stained fingers on his tunic. “I wasn't expecting you.”“I sent a letter over a week ago, to Lycanthia, for Triton. Did it reach him?” My voice quivered despite my best effort to sound steady.The man nodded. “Of course. I delivered it the next day. It reached his packhouse

Triton's POVThe sealed letter laid among my clothes, wedged between my armour and training gear. It had been sitting there for over a week. The messenger who brought it said it was from Maria.I pushed it further out of sight. I didn't want anything to make me think of her. I didn't want whatever excuse, apology or demand that she wrote in the letter.I always remembered how I searched for her, carrying only the memory of her scent. All that searching and hours I made my men look for her, and she rejected me, leaving my efforts in the mud.Was the letter to explain why she tricked me into the rejection? Or to smooth over what she had done?I took a deep breath and shut thoughts of her out of my mind. I picked up my leather straps and blade and strapped them on, then headed to the training center.The clang of steel rang through the training grounds. Sweat rolled down my chest as I slashed my blade in the air. My muscles burned as I engaged in a combat with my opponent who was also st