Chapter Thirty
Terrence
Blood kept flowing. It wouldn't stop. Timothee's blood. His white wolf's blood. He's not moving. Goddess, my Timothee is not moving. Why isn't he healing?!
"You killed him!"
"N-No!"
"He died because of you!"
"No! Please, don't say that."
"You were the one I was going to kill! Not him! Now he's dead! You killed him!"
"No, he's not dead! My Timothee is not dead! My beautiful Timothee is not dead...please...don't say it."
"You killed my king, future alpha of Moon Stone. You will pay for this!"
"Your king? He's mine. My Timothee. Mine!"
"TIMOTHEE!!"
I bolted out as I screamed my beloved's name. It was a nightmare. A horrible nightmare. Where am I? My room? And I'm clean. On my bed. But...where's--
I heard squabbles outside my room. It seemed so qui
