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 one

she stepped back immediately-so did some of the other pack

have to let them take him." Austin said, trying

"No!" I growled.

you, but just they need to see if they can save him,"

will heal him, right? He will

stop them.

"What happened?" Keith asked.

All of

And they did.

Guilt.

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

him-no, not her, me. I killed him; I caused this because I was weak. One would think all those years of

wouldn't be able to live without Alexander; I wouldn't be able

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eyes remained pinned to the bed, the blood-stained sheets would forever haunt me. I could still perceive his scent, so strong,

I whispered to the empty room. I had never realized how alone and lonely I was. The few people I trusted had ended up being traitors; he

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