Somehow, I was even more scared of speaking to the doctor because all of this seemed like something very serious. I was scared of what he was going to tell me because I didn't want to lose Zara. Not now, not ever.
He'd been in there for quite a while, and if it was something small, he would have popped out already to let me know I shouldn't worry. But he hasn't.
Zara doesn't even know that I love her. That she has my heart in a firm grip in her hands. That I want to be with her for eternity. She doesn't even know we are mates yet. It would kill me if something happened to her without her knowing how much she meant to me.
I am not sure I'd be able to function properly.
"Come," Aunt Margret pulled me away from the group who were mumbling to themselves silently, and we sat together in a
