HAZE
The sun was setting. I sat on the ground at the opening of the overhang and rubbed my neck. It was almost healed but I could still feel the indentations from Sky’s mark as I ran my fingertips back and forth over the bitemark.
I glanced behind myself to see if she was still sleeping. She was curled up on her side. I wish I could say her face looked… peaceful, but it didn’t. She looked beautiful as always, but she looked sad and full of stress; even in her sleep.
We did what we had to do. There’s no shame in that. Arctic thought to me.
She wasn’t ready for that Arctic… She’s still so young. f**k, we both are. I thought back. I didn’t want it to be that way… but I didn’t have a choice.
My father would kill me if I walked out of this arena alone. And the truth that I didn’t want to
