CARAMIA:
I watch as the fever takes hold of her, as it rips her apart from the inside. That disconnect is going to kill her. Not allowing her wolf to protect her, to control… Not letting the magic flow where it needs to.
I can see it now, the darkness she’s stuck inside of. A part of one’s mind that roams free with both malice and dreams.
I feel so different, but is different bad? I don’t know… Different is different. Is it her or me?
My life has been turned around twice in the span of a few months. First I lost my Father and then I found my Mate… Only to discover she is on the wrong side of the fence.
I can feel the full moon calling me, my wolf prowling inside of me, desperate to answer that plight. Why? Why me? Why this? Why can’t anything ever just be easy. Why can’t life just
