Yvonne
“Why did Nathan call you Yvonne?” Brockton asks as we walk away from Nate.
I glance back to see my mate talking to the warriors. A small smile creeps onto my face.
“Arianna?” Brockton says, and I can tell every word takes great effort for him.
“Sorry,” I sigh. “Yvonne is my name or the one my family gave me,” I explain.
“You mean the kidnappers,” Brockton grunts.
I look down at him. Despite his frailness, he looks at me with intensely blue eyes. I can sense the lost power behind them. “Yeah,” I mutter. “The kidnappers.”
Brockton pats my hand, “It will be okay, little sister,” He says in a low tone that brings me back to chasing him in the woods.
Tears well up in my eyes as I remember so much that I had lost.
“Don’t cry, Ari,” He smiles.
I sigh and look at the woman dresse
