Liv
Sleep was restless. More than normal.
What jerked me out was seeing my father. My body froze. My mind trail to everything. I felt unworthy to have his presence. The second he called my name with widen arms, I woke up.
I can't talk to him. Not with everything feeling this way.
It felt defeating.
Without my mate to help, the most unpleasant feeling overcame me. I left my room to wonder around to ease this ominous pull.
Then a crash hit. A wave over flooded and I felt a pinch. A tug with whirl of cinnamon. Again and again something had felt off. My body trembled with uncleared pain. My mind flows to my mate.
I'm restless. I just miss him. Don't panic. He'll call.
But he hasn't, not in hours, not even a goodnight text.
"Hey, girly? What's up?" I turn to see Connie approaching
