KADE
Damon and I grew up together, twins, but we were nothing alike when it came to certain things.
I hated apples. I don't even know why anymore, just the sight of one makes my stomach turn. And Damon, he couldn't stand mangoes. When we were kids, maybe six or seven, he fell out of a mango tree trying to pick fruit. Broke three ribs and nearly killed his wolf. Ever since then, his body rejects mangoes like poison. One bite and his whole system shuts down.
I forced Damon's mouth open and poured the spring water down his throat, watching his pale face for any sign of improvement. His skin was still covered in those angry red welts, his breathing shallow.
"Bring more water," I said to Rika, keeping my voice steady even though my hands were shaking.
"I have it right here," Rika said, hol
