Her Savior. His Princess.

My Light

Jackson had explained it all to me. I almost called him crazy but the look on his face... He wasn't lying. An Angel. An actual angel. Screaming wolves running. A bright silver light. Then he said when the light cleared they saw her. She was unconscious, laying in a pool of her own blood, her form broken and bruised. The light came from her. It came from my angel. My princess.

They brought her in, rushing her to the hospital. I hadn't gone to see her yet. It's not that I didn't want to. Moon Goddess knows I want to more than anything. I just don't know if Cortez or I would be able to control ourselves if we saw her in that broken state. And we still had to find the pack that did this to her. I growled just thinking about her pain as I paced in my office. 

I didn't let Jackson tell me too much about how horrible she looked right now. I wanted to go to her enough as it is. She was weak and I still couldn't feel her wolf again. And unfortunately, none of her pack was left to tell me her name. So I still only know her as my princess.

Jackson was watching me silently, then he finally stepped forward and spoke again. "It's been almost a week, Liam. You need to go see her. I-"

I cut him off. "I can't. I want our first official meet to be when she is awake to enjoy it. Not unconscious on a hospital bed for Moon Goddess's sake." I run my fingers through my hair, they brought her back six days ago and she still hasn't woken up yet. It increased my worry. She wasn't healing like a normal wolf. She was healing like a f*****g human. 

Normally she probably would have been awake a day after we saved her. But it was already six days later. I was starting to worry she might never wake up. But Cortez reminded me that she was an angel. And Angels aren't supposed to die. I wanted to believe him. I truly did. But what happens when their light goes out? My light was her. 

The contrast between her and I was obvious. She was the angel. A pure hearted girl. And I was a demon. A soul plagued with death and blood that constantly covered my hands. No one else could see the blood. But I could. Every time I killed someone, I could never get the blood off my hands. Their scents stayed with me. Even to this day I can smell someone I killed when I was ten. The same time Cortez was awakened.

But I wouldn't tell my light this. If - When she wakes up. I want her to see me as the hero and not the person I really am. I don't think I would be able to watch her light dim and fade away...