(Amelia POV )
Feels like a heart ripped out of my chest. Salty tears rolling down my cheeks and the body of my lover in arms. Bloody fingers running over Issac’s face, his eyes closed and his breathing weak and steady. The darkness had won by depriving me of the most important person in my life. The wolf in my chest curled into a ball, her feelings stirring a hurricane inside. Pain, agony, anger, despair. Lorenzo appeared suddenly and disappeared, like a snapping finger.
“Amelia, we have to get out of here. Gabriel and Shamuel will take care of Issac.” Brook’s hand rested on my shoulder, her soft voice full of pain echoing right there.
“No. Can’t you see? He’s dying.” The image brought tears to my eyes.
I can’t live like this anymore. There’s no point in living like this. Darkness
