He needed to know dying wasn't an option. He needed to know that I would be waiting for him and willing to be with him no matter the outcome. I would not judge him. or see him as weak. He was mine to love and cherish, and I will choose him repeatedly, no matter what. I needed him to know that. He t
~Amelia~ I thought when we got to Mountain, Leo and I would have time, but we had spent two days already, and the only time we had was nighttime. He spent the day ensuring the warriors trained and sharing their formation with them. It was hectic. My brothers helped, too. Within two days, my sister-
I had not called her anything, really. I avoided addressing her directly so I would not have to figure out how to address her, but it was time to deal with the situation. "I would prefer to call you Mother if you don't mind," I said, and her eyes softened. There were tears in them, but I could tell
~Leo~ The day was fast approaching, and it made me restless. The fact that we did not know what to expect in Gad made it worse. The men and I trained, and we practised our formation. Sylvester and I were in touch, and he told us we were still on course. Ighor willingly continued communicating with
She looked in my direction and was a bit surprised. It was as if she wasn't expecting me to be there, but here I was. "Closed early?" Amelia asked with a broad grin. I got into the bathtub, and I nodded. "Needed to spend time with my Luna before she heads north tomorrow," I replied and pulled her
"Amelia," I managed, finally addressing the elephant in the room that I believe she dreaded speaking of. I looked at her, and her eyes looked curious and hopeful. I touched her chin gently and caressed it. "I do not plan to die in Gad," I said, her eyes welled up with tears. It was a concern that
~Claudia~ The days went by fast. I needed to breathe to stop and think, but there was no time for it. Jake was recovering well, and Vino was training most of the time. There were moments I had the urge to just leave because, deep down, I didn't see all of them coming home. Sylvester's talk about
I felt a surge of rage coming, I think it was pent-up fear, anger, and fatigue, but I felt it coursing through my veins in those moments. It was as if I had been forced to look in the mirror and was suddenly faced with an ugly truth. I walked up to the vanity table where my lotion and perfume were