Luca
I don’t hear the words coming out of my mouth. All I know is she is dead. There is no way anyone would survive such a crash. No matter she is a lycan and they can heal. And she was shot before that, the flower of blood blossoming on her chest will remain glued to my brain forever.
I stop the bike and run towards her nonetheless. The smell of oil and burned wood and something metallic which came as a result of the friction is overwhelming. The car is wrapped around the large tree trunk like a vine. I don’t even want to think about the speed with which it hit the tree and my brain tells me I should be surprised the tree didn’t even move, but I can’t care less right now.
I am running on auto pilot when I run closer, terrified I am too late. I just know that damn thing is going to blow
