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31 - ᏞᏆᏴᎡᎪᎡᎽ

ᏃHᎪᏒIᎪᏁ  SᎾᏞᎪᏟᎬ -

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I wake up with a gasp, panting as I sit up straight.

The breeze from my open balcony window blows through my room, sending a cold chill down my body.

My father's voice repeats in my head loudly, almost as if he were right next to me, screaming it.

I let out a shaky breath, stumbling out of bed.

My foot gets caught in the blanket, and I fall, landing on my hands and knees.

I groan, untangling my foot before stumbling back up.

I swing open my balcony doors, stepping out and gripping the railing, taking harsh, deep breaths.

Don't let him be your weakness.

" Stop! " I whisper yell into the late night air. "Stop. Stop. Stop. " I fall down to the floor, pulling on my hair. " Stop. " My voice cracks and I squeeze my eyes shut.

Pick your guard up.

" Stop! " I scream, pulling at my hair. My hands are in tight fists, and I let out huffs of pain.

Footsteps come from next to me and I tense, not moving a muscle.

They stop, right next to me. I feel their body heat.

My wolf goes crazy and I know it's Osiris.

" What? " I mumble.

He doesn't say anything. Just stands and stares.

I look up at him, letting my hands fall to my lap.

He takes in my appearance, his lips twitching down. " It's because of me, isn't it?" He whispers.

" My father. "

" But it's about me. " He says.

I stay silent.

He takes a step back and I want to reach out and pull him to me.

" I'm sorry. "

" You shouldn't be. We are fighting. We are enemies. We shouldn't be sorry for each other. That's not how enemies work. "