Dylan
Sitting looking at Melody’s almost translucent pasty skin while watching Kiara talk Melody’s ear off, guilt began to creep in. I know she needs time with Jake to heal, but it was a hard pill to swallow knowing they have to mate. Closing my eyes and giving myself a little shake, I tried to remove the image that popped into my mind at the thought.
As usual, Melody misses nothing, “What’s wrong, Dyl?
“Oh, it’s-” I began but she cut me off.
“Hey sweetie,” Melody stroked Kiara’s face, “I’m a little a bit hungry, could you-”
“Really?” Kiara’s eyes brightened, “That means your getting better, I’ll go make something!” Jumping down off the bed she turned to face me, “Don’t worry daddy, I’ve got this.”
Walking purposely to the door, she opened it screaming out, “RYKA? YOU NEED TO HELP
