Chapter7

#Chapter7

I am going with him for power, right?

While sitting in the forest, picking at the dirt, I thought hard about this. If Mates keep each other strong because of the bond, then he needs me around to make sure he doesn't grow weak.

My mother calls for me, so I pick up the bags and shuffle down the hall to the top of the stairs. I can see the guard down below, the guy from the night before, so I lazily shove the bags down the steps, watching as they slide and fumble down each one before anticlimactically landing on the floor. My mother glares at me, embarrassed by such childish actions. Why did I do it? Because I don't want to go, and I might as well let this guard know as well.

Following the bags, I reach the bottom and pick them up. /"Are we leaving?/"

He must think I am a psychopath, but he doesn't know what I am walking into. He doesn't know how sad my life is about to become, more so than it already is.