CARAMIA:
My Mother holds me, patting my back lovingly. The scent of vanilla and cinnamon hits my senses and I lift my tear streaked face long enough to see where it’s coming from. My chest tightens as I look into the eyes of my mate, her scarred face so soft as she stands in the doorway. I can make out some scouts behind her, most likely her escort, since they wouldn't have allowed her into their territory without one. I'm honestly grateful that they allowed her in at all.
She moves towards me, as if some instinct inside of her calls to me. I release my Mother and run into her arms. She holds me, kissing my head and shoulders as I cry. “I heard what happened. You did good, Baby Girl.” She whispers into my ear as another sob rakes my body.
She leads me to the bed and lays me down upon it
