April 9th, xxxy
THE EASE AT WHICH Kamil admires Precious dressed in his shirt comes easily. The anxiety that follows comes freely. And it pours.
It floods the insides of his chest, squeezes him in, roughens him up. Every miserable thoughts he works hardat keeping at bay suffocates him.
Kamil is frustrated with himself. He keeps thinking and thinking about the end, about what he can't control. Worrying as if Precious will be gone forever, disappear like poof!
He has smothers and smothers that forsaken inner voice and hid strength is sapped. The Pack is abuzz. What they have been waiting for, what the Alpha has been planning for the better part of a year will soon come to fruition.
Constellation uses words like brother and sister interchangeably but when the soldiers tease each other, they'll say things like 'but there'll be nothing familial about how I'll fuck you.'
