#Chapter 242: The Tears of a Lover

Moana

Edrick’s hand suddenly fell limp. The smile on his face faded as his eyelids fluttered shut, and at that exact moment, I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces.

“No…” I whispered, my throat closing up already. “Edrick?”

He didn’t answer. I felt a sob catch in my throat.

Without thinking, I pressed my hands into his wounds. I heard the flesh and the blood squelch beneath my touch as my vision became clouded with tears.

“Come on,” I said, my voice shaking violently as I pressed harder and tried to focus my energy.

“It’s no use, Moana,” Mina said, sounding full of regret. “I’m sorry. His wounds were too deep.”

I shook my head in disbelief and just pushed harder on Edrick’s wounds. His body shifted beneath my touch, filling me with a false sense of hope that he was still alive. But he wasn’t — he was dead. When I felt his neck, there was no pulse.

There was no containing my grief anymore. As a keening wail started to rumble in my throat, I felt the tears spill out of my eyes and pour down my cheeks.

“Edrick…” I cried. I threw my arms around him and fell onto him, sobbing hysterically and not caring if I got myself covered in his blood.

My fated mate was dead. There was no greater pain than this.

out to Mina. “Let me go back! I

the real world. There’s no way for you to switch with me

just been singing as the end of the storm came, now fell silent. Or maybe I

Edrick’s limp body. I thought it was just in my head at first, but when I suddenly froze

start to beat in his

looking down earnestly at his pale

I leaned back down and placed my

maybe I really was just imagining it, or maybe

“Moana, I don’t—”

wolf and pressed my ear harder into Edrick’s

was: another heartbeat. Edrick

energy with even more passion and

wanted to see again. His smile, his laugh, the feeling of his warm arms around me. His face, red with embarrassment when the kids teased his artwork. The way that his

felt my power surge. I almost felt sick from it, but I

“M-Moana…”

still looked asleep, but I could see it now; I could see the color returning to his

where I could transport him, and

nausea that took over me from using this much energy to heal him, I pushed a little harder. I could see Edrick’s wounds closing slightly.

anymore though. I feared that it would hurt the

face in my hands, “I’m going to take you back to the mansion on my back, in my wolf form. Can you hold

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