Rowan
Kendria and I spent the rest of yesterday in an uneasy truce. I watched her fold most of her clothes into her duffel bag and make sure her pack was ready for travel first thing in the morning. I watched her say goodbye to the new friends she made in other delegations as they left to return to their own lands. I watched her make several phone calls, making sure the people still on Mount Haven were gathered and ready for their arrival and initiation. I watched her spend time with my mom at lunch, and with Mason, Harlie, Shasta, and Alana in the afternoon. I watched her looking perfectly fine and happy, not caring that she was going to be leaving her mate behind in less than twenty-four hours.
I was being a baby, and I knew it. I'd sulked around all day, not provoking Kendria into ano
