POV (ABELIA)
The moment I returned to where the rest of the pack was sleeping I knew I was alone. I turned to look back and felt my heart whimper. Where was he? Why was he not by my side and why did I care so damn much? I shook my head and tried to forget about him. Maybe it was like a habit. Because I had been next to Alec all night, and most of today, I had grown too use to him being near. This was stupid, he was an arrogant, cold, somewhat bipolar man, that did not need my empathy. Yet, the moment I had seen the bitter root in his mouth I thought I was going to die. I still could not believe I had found the energy to pull the cursed thing from his grip. The image alone still caused me to feel sick. I touched my arm, making the root hiss and constrict tighter. The pain was go
