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I was covered in blood, half of it mine, half of it foreign. But I didn’t feel the pain. The only thing I felt was her. Her fear. Her scream. That unbearable silence that followed.
Why was she quiet? Why wasn’t she calling for me?
I pushed forward, charging through the last two wolves at the porch. One whimpered, the other didn’t get back up.
My paws hit the steps.
The front door shattered as I crashed through it, wooden splinters flying from impact. I shifted back, bones snapping into place, the pain of it dulled by adrenaline.
I stumbled into the house, blood dripping from my chest and arms, panting heavily.
“Lia!” I yelled, voice cracking. “Blake!”
There was no answer.
The hallway was a blur as I stormed through it, following her scent-the perfume she’d bathed in for prom, mixed with something metallic.
Blood?
No.
I reached the bedroom door, heart thundering.
It was slightly open.
And inside, I saw him, straddling her on the bed.
My world collapsed.
Lia lay beneath him, limp and unconscious. Her wrist was cuffed to the headboard. Her neck was bleeding, freshly marked. The skin around the wound was red and raw, the mark still glowing faintly with the heat of completion.
Blake turned his head to look at me, eyes glowing red, mouth stained with her blood.
My blood.
My mate.
He smiled, licking it off his lips, mocking me.
I didn’t scream.
I didn’t growl.
I charged.
Blake barely had time to react before I slammed into him, sending him flying off the bed. He crashed into the dresser, shattering it into pieces.
“You touched her!” I roared, my voice shaking the walls.
He scrambled up. “I did the same thing you were going to,” he spat, face twisted with contempt. “She was supposed to be mine!”
I didn’t let him finish.
I tackled him again, fists and claws flying. I didn’t care that I was bleeding, that my vision was darkening around the edges. I didn’t care about the pain in every inch of my body.
I only cared about the girl behind me. About the broken sound of her voice when she screamed for me. About the dirty bruise around her throat and the blood on her collarbone.
Blake clawed at my face, but I caught his wrist and twisted until it snapped. He howled, trying to bite me, but I sank my claws into his shoulder and threw him against the wall.
“You think you deserve her?” I growled, stepping closer. “You think this-” I pointed to her mark, my voice shaking with grief, -means anything when you forced it? How could you do this to her? How could you hurt her this way? You apologised, you bastard!”
“She’s mine now,” Blake whispered, staggering to his feet. “The Goddess chose us both. And I completed the bond first. So she belongs to me now.”
“I don’t care what you think the Goddess chose.” My hands curled into fists. “She chose me. Every single day. Even when I didn’t deserve her.”
I hit him square in the jaw, and he dropped to the ground, falling unconscious.
Silence fell.
I turned, breath catching in my throat as I looked at her.
My Lia.
She was so still.
Blood stained her neck, matching the red of her dress. Her lips were parted slightly, chest rising and falling in slow, shallow breaths. Her cheeks were streaked with tears, and her skin was pale.
I dropped to my knees beside the bed.
How did I let this happen?
“Lia,” I whispered, voice cracking.”Please. Baby, open your eyes.”
She didn’t respond.
Her hand was ice cold. Her pulse was faint.
The cuff.
I broke the metal with one yank, freeing her arm and catching her before it could fall.
“Please don’t leave me,” I whispered, holding her close, cradling her to my chest. “I’m here. I’m here, okay? You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”
But the mark glowed against her skin, and it wasn’t mine.
And I didn’t know if I’d made it in time to save her at all.
-LIA’S POV-
My eyes slowly opened, tired and sore from crying.
I was on soft ground, but blades of grass and twigs poked my skin.
My neck still hurt, the feel of Blake’s teeth lingering in my flesh.
What had he done to me?
I sat up, my head pounding.
I was in a forest again, still in the red dress I wore for prom.
It didn’t look like the woods in town or the trees behind Zane’s house. This felt foreign, older. Like I’d stumbled into some hidden part of the world where time didn’t work the same.
I pushed myself to my feet, the world tilting slightly. I stepped forward, grabbing the rough trunk of a tree to steady myself.
My heartbeat was calm. Almost too calm for the situation.
I blinked hard, hoping to clear my vision. The air smelled like rain, but the ground wasn’t wet. Had it already passed? Was it coming? I didn’t know. All I knew was that I had to move.
Taking a deep breath, I started walking, searching for anything familiar around me. A plant, a tree, a rock, a face. Anyone or anything would help.
But the entire vibe of this place was off. I couldn’t figure out why.
A soft sound caught my ear, and I looked around, trying to find the source. It wasn’t a rustle, or the cry of an animal. It sounded human.
“Is anybody here?” I called out.
No one answered.
I made my way deeper through the forest, and heard the sound again-this time, undeniably a whisper.
There was someone here. They were talking, voice hushed.
My eyebrows furrowed as I went in its direction, wondering why they didn’t hear me when I called. Maybe they did and ignored it?
After a few minutes of dragging myself over the dirty floor, I was close enough to know they were past the bushes in front of me. carefully approached, staying hidden, pushing the plants aside
I to see who it was.
There were two people standing in a small clearing.
A man and a woman.
My eyes fixated on her, widening. She had long hair and gentle features-and she looked so much like me that my stomach dropped. It wasn’t just a little resemblance. Like… mirror-image kind of similar. My eyes. My mouth. Her hair was longer, darker, but still. It was freaky.
Was she…?