Olive POV
I decided to open a bottle of the shampoo and have it next to me on the bedside table just so I could have the scent of my mates near me. I found a tee shirt and soaked it in the scent, and hung it up to dry, so I could be embraced by them. I cried myself to sleep that night. The grief was rolling over me in waves.
I woke early the next morning, long before anyone woke. I dressed into some warm clothes and said good morning to Vlad, who was standing outside on my balcony. He gave me a tilt of his head, noting that he heard me. I opened the door to my suite. Tonight, my eyes were all puffy and dark from yet another restless night's sleep. "Good morning Benedikt." "Good Morning Luna, you are up early." "Want to go for a walk with me? I'm feeling restless." "Of course." we walked
