Chapter Fourteen
Amelia
I woke up crying. My sister was dead. After a couple of moments I remembered I didn’t have a sister, yet the pain remained because now I knew what it would feel like to lose Perdita. The curse would kill her. I would mourn her, too. I couldn’t feel that pain or loss again. I wouldn’t be able to take it.
Why was I suffering someone else’s pain in my dreams? The dreams had an urgency—Kali’s time was running out. Some event, really significant, felt near. My time was running out, too. Each day, the other werewolves had another chance to come after us, and I couldn’t even defend myself.
That morning, the headaches were worse than usual. My entire body felt as though it were submerged in water and weighted down by rocks. I moved slowly, didn’t eat for fear of vomiting, and swallowed painkillers that did nothing to ease the pain. I couldn’t go anywhere with Connor. I didn’t want to see anyone. I locked myself in my room for most of the day, only surfacing for water or more painkillers.
Nobody noticed.
When Connor texted me, I explained I was feeling sick, and that I would see him the following week, but I didn’t know if I was going to last that long. Something was happening to me.
I nodded off a couple of times, but Kali’s world was dark and quiet. She sat alone, not crying, only thinking of her sister. I was glad to wake up. All I wanted was to push those awful memories away.
Later, Nathan brought me food, and I pretended to nibble at it as he told me the news; the werewolves were on their way. They were coming for us.
Time had run out.