Nyx'S Pov
Since the day at the orphanage, I've been visiting them every day. Always in the afternoons when I have nothing else to do. And when I'm home, I spend the rest of my time in the library, buried in books.
Not the romantic kind. The serious kind. Books on wolves, curses, bloodlines, magic, and ancient healers. Books that talk about pain and the strange ways it affects werewolves. Because Caspian's pain wasn’t ordinary. And even though he never talks about it, I can see it in his eyes. I can feel it in the way his body stiffens when the full moon approaches.
The next full moon is in three days.
Three days and he’ll go through it again.
The screaming. The sweating. The way he locks himself away so no one sees the way his body convulses like it’s trying to split into two. I’ve ne
