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
~Tamia~ I thought the days would go by slowly, but they didn't. They moved fast. Sylvester and I had little time together because we had to train. Even though we weren't going to Gad, the women had to be battle ready. Claudia was excluded from the training because she had too much work to do. Her
I was left at the mercy of his touch. He rubbed, not too hard and not too soft, just the right amount of pressure needed to edge me close to my release. His mouth and tongue left cool sensitive trails of licks and kisses on my neck to my shoulder, and his hands kneaded my breast gently. My release