The next day I had no will, no motivation to get out of bed. Everyone had tried multiple times to come and get me. They tried to make me eat, drink, do something, but I couldn't, I didn't want to. Losing Adam had taken all the fight out of me. When Adam was killed it felt like a part of me had died as well. There was now a hole inside me, an emptiness that had left me feeling hollow. If losing Adam hurt this bad I didn't want to know how it would feel to lose one of my mates. When the door to my room opened I rolled over and groaned, covering my face with my pillow.
"Go away." I mumbled into the pillow.
"Ariel, I can't do that. You need to get up." I felt the dip in the bed as my father sat beside me and pulled the pillow away from my face.
"How am I supposed to do that dad? How can
