Chapitre 307: Strange Dream III

Had she committed so great a sin that Raul had left her? Was that why the unfamiliar grief turned her heart to such a heavy stone?

Around her, the faces slowly dissolved as the forms blurred even more, until they were only wailing shadows and the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach eased, even as her hunger grew beyond craving.

She had a mate. She clung to that truth.

Beautiful. Perfect. A man born to be her mate. Born for her.

Olivera shuddered as voices in her head once again grew louder, drowning out the sounds of the jungle.

Little flashes of pain grew behind her eyes, burning and burning until she felt her eyes boiling.

Where was Raul then? Had he deserted her? The questions crowded in fast and loud, mixing with the voices until she wanted to hit her head against the nearest tree trunk.