Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Two

It felt surreal-the blood on the sheets, the body-Alexander. I couldn't process any of it.

"No!" I cried.

Foolish, foolish girl.

I held him. “You can't die, please, you can't die. I'm here, look at me, open your eyes, dammit!"

I had never felt this afraid, not even when I received news that my father had passed.

Soon, I heard footsteps approaching-the door was still open. They were coming to find the source of the noise. I hadn't even realized how loudly I had been screaming.

"I didn't mean to... She said she wouldn't kill him."

More people gathered, and soon, our room was crowded, every face frozen in shock.

A hand pressed against my back-Phil. He was saying something, but I couldn't understand him. Austin was there too, along with some of the other advisors.

A woman stepped forward.

have to take

snarl. "Don't touch him... No

voice because she stepped

him."

"No!" I growled.

to see if they

heal him, right? He will live

say anything, but when the healers took his body, I didn't stop them. Pack soldiers led the crowds away, and I

"What happened?" Keith asked.

of

And they did.

Guilt.

I could have been stronger; I could have fought her compulsion and followed after her, but I didn't because I believed her. I believed

I was weak. One would think all those years of

live without Alexander; I wouldn't be able to live with the guilt

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the blood-stained sheets would forever haunt me. I

alone and lonely I was. The few

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