Aella's POVExcitement would not be the end of me, I muttered happily, opening the door to my room quietly.The women would yell at me if they saw me leaving, but I had to go to his room. His face was an antidote for my excitement, and his kisses were healing balm to my heart. His thoughts filled my head as I succeeded in opening the door and reached the area, departing his quarter from mine.“Ohh, I love him.” I said, happily, only to my hearing. We had come a long way. I recalled the days when we still dressed in funny apparels, and played with sand. Logan's parents came from my pack, and didn't live for so long. The pack was attacked by an enemy in those days, and the Thompson's fell victim to the raid, save Logan who was lucky to be with the few lucky ones.Mother died at another raid, too, leaving me and my Father behind when I was barely six-year-old. It didn't hurt so much, since I was closer to Father than I was with her. On the other hand, Logan's love for me never quenched
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