PROLOUGE:
All was quiet outside. Not a whisper, not a sound. But…inside…I was dying inside.
I walked though the gardens feeling hopeless. What was there left to live for? He was gone…and I needed to stop fooling myself. He wasn't coming back.
At those thoughts unimaginable pain spread through me. I collapsed to the ground, one arm on the nearest tree. I could not live in a world where he did not exist. It was as simple as that.
But I was going to have to. Death was not an option for me.
I am Devyn Kaarme, of the Kaarme House, the next most powerful house of shapeshifters in the Nightworld after the House of Drache. I am the next heir. Therefore, whether I like it or not, my life preservation will always be number one priority.
Even against my will.
Perhaps I should have started from the beginning. How did I reach this state? Crying, alone, lost, and ready to die?
It was because of him.
I was not always this way…once I had everything. Family, love, happiness.
Here is my story. Judge if you will, but ye who judge shall be judged themselves. Take pity on the Devyn Kaarme: the girl who lost it all.