I couldn’t sleep that night—I wouldn’t sleep that night. How could I when Ceria was in danger? So, instead, I watched over her without her knowing. I stood on the beach watching her cottage as the wind blew and the waves rolled onto the beach. Calling me, pulling me. I was fighting the urge just to jump back into the ocean and swim away.
That was the coward speaking. The side that wanted to be the hero was screaming to stay. To keep our mate safe and happy. It was an endless battle between the two. To stay and fight or to swim back to Abyissa with my tail between my legs.
“Why does this have to be so hard? Why does being the hero or the good mate so troublesome?” I asked no one in particular.
I sighed and sat down in an abandoned chair; one of the locals who lived by the private beach
