The punches I blew on him were hitting me more on my chest.
Every drop of blood that I shed from his skin, pierced my deepest nerve.
Every hit was to reprimand myself for loving my family's murderer so dearly.
Every miss was a relief that he was not suffering.
I did not know how I was feeling. What was right or wrong.
And there was an injured Vape beside us, who needed tending.
I had lost count of the blows that I had dealt.
With the last one Darian fell on the ground.
In front of me, at my feet.
He was unconscious. Or was he dead.
I sudden shock braked my limbs. I paused and got a hold of rabid self.
My heart almost stopped at the thought that I had killed him, with my own hands.
I fell on the ground beside him, on my knees.
I could feel the hot Alpha blood fadin
