Kael’s POV.

Three days before fifty hunters would arrive to kill us all, I pulled out the box of unsent letters and knew it was time. Mira found me at the construction site, still building my cabin door, even though we'd probably be dead before I could use it.

"What do you need?" she asked. "To show you something." We went to my room. I pulled the wooden box from under my bed. "How many are in there?" she asked. "Hundred and thirty-seven. Every time I wanted to tell you something, but ...