My Adopted Sister is my Mate

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ill on the bed, not bothering to move, trying to gather myself, narrowing m

n one hell

mory and fragments of the dream and visio

the s

hell is t

xa

e voice. And right after that, I heard shadows of

hell is a

s across persons whose faces I cannot ident

r the bottle in my nightstand. I take a swig and the headache dies down, the voices sil

m. It's just

ams through the night irritated Silas so much that he took me to a doctor who gave me that

he nightmares until th

ral, so clear, so real. As though a part of my memory

k resounds

who it is. Only one person knocks

t me with a smile which imm

rom sleep, dove?

0am. That means that I have been asleep for a

ret those words, because I kno

htma

it depend

medication. You know this. You know

iss, already irritated. "I'm not

are lying, but you only have nightmares when you do not take

like he is my father's right hand man. If I tell Julian, then Silas knows, and if Silas knows, my necklace, the on

es

Julian. I find you incredibl

t used to be for you. I don't want you to go back to the night terrors and the screams, the sleepwalking, the paleness. T

ve you, so, so

mforting. He settles into the regular rhythm, and I move my lips accordingly, placing my

at this is what

oesn't always have to be invigorating, there is no need for

ty. And that is

in my chest tightens every time I tell m

bit dazed. He laughs like a little boy a

lly are somet

times to take us further than a kiss. I have always resisted, not because I am particularly moral

omething. For me to want to do so with Julian. For me to imagi

into an argument we have had so

required at the Silvermoon hall this evening. Your father is hosting a welcome party of so

walk down, wearing a green silk gown that reaches my ankles, my hair tied up and my head lowered, just as Silas prefers. I catch a gli

the laws and judgments, precedents and interpretation and history of the werewolf pack. Th

l, Julian appears by my side an

gal son, coming to claim a throne that he has

es. He didn't seem all thrilled

t mine. He looks at me for a brief moment, then g

like the air gets thicke

nd soon, Julian and I are settled at the hea

mile on his lips. He lifts his

o warmly. "Tonight, we celebr

is seated, silent, lips

enough for seasons and loyalties to change, for responsibilities

ir. I shift uncomfortably in

bility and deem oneself ready and fit to take the ultimate responsibility for the pack. Especially when one has conveniently spa

the knowledge that Silas does not want to give Kaeden the throne, however certain his

and leadership, a deep-seated fear is slowly arising. The order of succession w

n a pack chooses

inues brightly. "We forgive easily. We w

t cheer goes th

hers, to wander, to discover who they... trul

lls bile from his mouth, I do not know. And I don

up fully. "To family. To home. To my long-lost son, finall

sn't raise

ut, Kaeden is out of the hall, a

d. As I place the cup and move to walk out, I feel

dy, Ava