Twenty-two

Reagan’s POV

When I open my eyes again, I feel as if my head wants to slit open with the amount of migraine that I was having.

I couldn't remember how I went through my illness last night as I had been in so much pain and despair.

Since Anika’s death, I've always envisioned how I will go through my strange illness the next full Moon. Sometimes during those horrible nights, I didn't even have enough confidence to continue living.

I felt so defeated, about my strange illness and my demise mate.

I still haven't come to terms that she was really dead.

I rub my head gently as the rays penetrate my dark room.

Ever since the day we saw Anika’s body under the cliff after searching for three good days, I've locked myself in my chamber because I already lost hope about everything.

I neglected my duties and important tasks because I couldn't bring myself to ask anyone about them. I couldn't even bring myself to eat or take a bath.

I didn't understand!

I just didn’t understand how the Moon godde