DOVE
“I… I don’t think I want to do this, Dove…” Levi’s voice wavered as he paced around his room, his movements restless, agitated.
“It’s going to be fine, I promise,” I said, trying to inject some confidence into my tone. “Isn’t this what you wanted? To be strong and powerful?”
“I do want to be powerful…” he murmured, pausing mid-stride to look at me.
“But it’s so… scary. Can’t we wait till I’m a little older?” His voice turned pleading, unaware that if his powers weren’t unsealed within the next week, he wouldn’t have much time left to live.
That thought terrified me to the core. If I hadn’t been mated to Callum—if it hadn’t been revealed that Levi wasn’t my true brother—would Marmee have still kept us in the dark? Would she have let the seal slowly kill Levi? Had she known all alo
