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Eline didn't ask. She didn't say anything. Instead, she led Ismena to her own bedroom and opened the door.

"I can take the couch, Eline. I know how much you love your privacy—"

"You don't mind if I sleep beside you, right?" Eline cut in.

"No, I don't." Frankly, she doesn't want to be alone now. If she's alone, she will think. And, she doesn't wanna think now.

"Good. Then, we're sleeping here." Eline kept her bag in the wardrobe and quickly arranged the bed for her friend to get in.

Ismena got in. As Eline pulled the duvet over her and got in beside her, tears were already prickling her tired, hurting eyes again.

"Eline..." She moaned miserably.

Eline took one look at her and moved closer, "Come here, honey."

Ismena covered the distance between them with a slight shift of her body. Eline gathered her in her arms in a comforting, cuddly manner. "Go to sleep, Mena. Tomorrow is another day."

She nodded gratefully, needing this comfort...this warmth so badly. She closed her eyes—tears escaping from them—and tried to sleep.

Eline rocked her like a child, singing a song in wordings Ismena couldn't understand, but knows it's Naturiah's ancient tongue. Slowly, sleep began overpowering the pains and the heartaches. She felt the tension bleed out of her and the fog of sleep became overpowering.

"I wish tomorrow would never come..." Ismena whispered before she fell into a deep sleep.

Eline wasn't a female who cried easily, but tears filled her eyes then. Her cougar can feel the agony rolling off Ismena in waves and it made them restless, helpless.

She'd never felt such intensity of emotion. Whatever it is, she wished, hoped, and prayed that Ismena will get over it.

Thankfully, it didn't take long for her to go back to sleep again.

The next three days were a disaster.

Ismena cried all the time. No matter what Eline did with Sandra to calm her down, to cheer her up, it wasn't working.

Sandra had told her everything that happened in the human world because she'd had no choice in the matter, not when Eline was asking persistently and Ismena was crying all the time. She'd hoped that Eline would be able to help Ismena in any way, but so far, their efforts were not paying off.

When she woke up three days ago and saw Ismena sleeping in Eline's bed, her heart had turned upside down in her chest. She knew that something had gone very wrong between her and the Alpha King.

Ismena didn't confirm it—she did more crying and staring into space than talking—but Sandra doesn't need her to confirm it before she knows it was through.

They've done everything they could to try and help Ismena, but she slipped deeper into depression. They had to force her to eat, go out or do anything.

Then, on the morning of the third day, she finally told them everything that happened in the Tower on that night. She told them in between sobs.

Sandra was crying too, she hated seeing Ismena like this. Her best friend has lost weight, her face has been swollen for the past three daysbecause of how hard she'd been crying and her eyes seem to be developing a permanent shade of red.

The helplessness was killing her and Eline. But her depression, tears, and misery weren’t even the worse.

The worse came on the fourth day. Ismena fell sick.

Sandra was the one sleeping beside her, she'd woken up in the morning and extended her hand to pat Ismena awake, but then, she'd thought against it. Ismena had cried until midnight yesterday, she needs more sleep.

Sandra went to the kitchen and began making breakfast. Eline was on night duties, so she wasn't home yet. By the time she was done with breakfast, Eline was back.

They greeted amicably before Eline headed straight to her bedroom to freshen up. Minutes later, she came out freshly showered and took her seat at the old but homey dining table.

"Ismena is still sleeping right?" She asked, worriedly.

"Yes, but I have to wake her for breakfast. If it's up to her, she would wanna skip meals again."