"I don't know," I say, glancing over at the picture I've drawn a thousand times.
The first time I slept after I was created I dreamed of her. For two hundred years she has come to me every night, in one way or another. Some nights it's just visions of her and other dreams feel as real as if she were here beside me. It's been torture knowing exactly what she looks like, down to the birthmark on her shoulder, but not being able to find her.
"I'll only know if I'm close enough to scent her, but I don't know how that's going to be possible." I move my legs and they ache with even the slightest touch of the sheets against them.
"If it's up to the family, we'll find a way," Valen says, and he leans forward and grabs my hand. "You are the leader of all of us, so you have to fight."
