VALENCIA'S POV
Past continued~~~~~
I watched the man who looked the strongest yet the loneliest. His shoulders were hunched, and the little vibrant energy I felt radiating from him when he fought for me vanished.
"It's okay if you don't want to share it with me," I smiled comfortingly at him.
However, he shook his head at me.
"I want to. It's good to tell you because I know we won't meet again and maybe I will feel a little lighter. I have been carrying the burden of this truth for quite some time," he said, wiping his hands before he nodded at me, an indication to follow him.
I stood from the place even when I didn't want to walk. I understood we needed to keep moving to survive the night. We couldn't afford to let our scent linger anywhere, and though I didn't have a scent, the rogues would smell the primary scent of blood that we both were oozing.
