Colton’s dream… it was a vision! It was this moment. He saw my death – our death because I wouldn’t turn. And now I know why.
He knew it, he felt it, and his dreams warned him of all that was coming. If only we took heed and never ventured into the forest again.
My hand slides to my abdomen, almost like a last final decision that their life means more than my own and despite knowing they will die too…. I just can’t be the one to end theirs. Colton would never forgive himself, and neither would I. It would be our undoing.
He walks forward, slowly, no care in the world, taking his time, and I screw my eyes shut and start to whimper under my breath as I accept fate. My body is broken and my blood seeping out at a rate that I know I don’t have much time left.
“I’m sorry.”
I failed them all.
My pack, Sierra, Meadow…My children……
My mate.
“I’m so sorry.”
Boom
Colton comes at me, lifting his claws in the air for a final blow and as the sun glints on the red stained mess of his sharp talons, I look at his face one last time. His human form, the face of the boy who devastates my soul with just a look and even now, it melts all my defenses away. I’ve missed this face, even if his mind is not behind it.
That tanned perfection of a handsome male, the straight dark slash of eyebrows over unfamiliar soulless eyes. His squared jawline, his subtle etch of dimples, even though he’s not smiling but scowling instead. Even like this, about to deliver a last blow, I can’t hate him. My heart belongs to him and fills with the fresh ache of finally seeing him as his own face once again after so many days, and I start to softly cry. Resigned to a goodbye and glad that it will be this sight I leave the world with.
Colton makes his move, no hesitation in his purpose, and I squeeze my eyes shut tight as I tense and prepare for the piercing pain of a delivered blow. I hold tight, my breath paused and my insides pulsating, but it doesn’t come. A whoosh, a snarl, and then a voice rings true as something sweeps over my cheek with gentle furriness. A familiar presence sweeping away my loneliest moment.
Over my dead body, you asshole!
I yank my eyes open as a yelp sounds out and heat and warmth cover my head and arms with fresh new blood. It’s not mine, it belongs to a wolf overshadowing me and putting themselves right in Colton’s way to take his full rage. He’s embedding his claws in the side and shoulder of my protector, ripping sideways to worsen the injury and they slump back almost on top of me, pushing me back with a hind leg to keep me safe. It’s only then I realize I recognize the scent, even when tinged with the heavy stench of metallic blood.
From the back most wolves are hard to distinguish apart, and as this one bleeds out all over me, their life fluid dampening my clothes as much as my own, I know who it is. They hold off the bearing down of a second attack from my enraged aggressor and turn slightly while their amber eyes lock on mine in an almost smug flicker.
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