“Nooooo!" I screamed running toward them. I slid onto the ground, leaning over Carson's body. I grabbed him pulling him close. His eyes flickered a dim yellow, not the usual vibrant deep red as his body lay still and his breathing slowed. Deacon shifted back into his human form and walked toward us. I couldn't move or breathe. I could only cradle Carson, rubbing my hand over his soft black coat.
“Well, look at this perfect picture." Deacon boomed his shadow looming over us. I looked up at him, tears filling my eyes. “I always told Carson, when you lay down with witches…" he smiled mocking.
Carson's breathing became shallow. He was dying. I felt the sorrow inside me bubbling up, as if I was drowning. I glared up at Deacon through the blurry haze of tears that covered my face. I wanted
