Clover
Clover's head hurt. Her ears were ringing and her body felt like it was on fire. She tried to move, even just a finger but her body was too weak. Her eyes peeled open and she found that she was back in her cell. The iron collar was still around her neck and the shackles on her wrists and feet. She was laying on the mattress on her stomach and the events from earlier came flooding through her vision like a book.
Tears flooded her vision as the memories of her parents' death crossed her eyes. She would never be able to hug or dance with her father again. She would never be able to sing with her mother. The agony her father must have felt having his mate murdered before him. She couldn't imagine that kind of pain. Her father was always so strong. Fair and just but powerful. To see hi
