Dimitri

The ship made a long journey to Abdullah.

And throughout the trip, I didn’t sleep well. Leon only spoke to me when necessary, and even then, I could see the effort he was making. I couldn’t say I cared about the discomfort he felt being near me; he could smell her on me, weaker now because of time, but still enveloping me like a soft perfume. When I looked into his eyes, I could see how much he hated me for it because I wasn’t a wolf; I was a serpent, a bastard. But ...