REVERIE
My dress was torn, my body weakened, my energy depleted. My anger simmered. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a suspicious burn circle with a piece of paper in it. Within seconds, I pulled out a glove from my hidden medical bag on my thigh, and grabbed the paper to put it in a mini baggy. Scrawled in a messy handwriting was the name Delilah, the rest of the note was burned away. Kamari growled inside of me. “I knew this entire thing was too organized.”
My fists clenched and unclenched as Kamari and I continued to operate on sheer will and spite as we stomped over to the now destroyed gardens I’d spent hours decorating.
My heart swelled as sheer panic, agony, and despair raced across the pack. Seth and Satori attempted to find some semblance of peace and control as Kieran
