Chapter 67. Visitors

Kiara’s POV

I don’t even know how long I just sit there and sob into Maze’s shirts, but it’s absolutely drenched when I finally am able to stop the flow of tears and snot. I scared myself with how much I needed this cry, and how many feelings I had to get out. This is just too much. What the hell are we supposed to do here in a freaking Wildflower field? We’re supposed to be these strong and badass leaders of not only one, but two! factions of people, and now we are captured here. I feel incredibly bad for those who have to step up because we can’t. Those who are forced to make difficult decisions because we are not there. Maze keeps stroking my back in circles, his nose in my hair and mumbling quiet nonsense I can’t even hear properly. He is such a sweet and caring mate, and now I’ve dragged him into this utter mess.

“Don’t do that to yourself, baby.” He says, lifting his head from my hair and looking at me. I swallow.

“Do what?” I ask, my voice hoarse. I c