Zarah's pov
I was tired and I was thinking of telling my boss to give me a break so I could relax.
It was on the table in the kitchen when I tried to prepare breakfast that morning.
I swallowed hard as I picked it up
It was a note, sitting there and I wondered how it got in here. There was no forced entry or whatever.
Elliot was still sleeping and I wanted to get him to school fast.
I froze for a moment, staring at it. My hands were shaking as I slid the paper out, the expectation eating at me. The letter smelled of nothing but wood and leather, an odd combination that made my stomach strain. I read the words immediately, my eyes surveying the paper.
Zarah,
Your mate, Damon, is dying. You must come immediately.
How could he be dying?
My mind was racing and was wondering what was happening.