Her blood is everywhere, hot and slippery against my palms.
The ragged wound at her side won’t stop bleeding. I press my palm hard against it, knotting the fabric of my shirt to try and stop the flow, while administering CPR with the other.
Her skin is cold. Too cold. Her face pale. The rain is washing her blood into the street, but it keeps coming.
‘Oh goddess. I’m losing her. I can’t lose my mate. It will kill me.’
“Don’t you dare die on me, angel!” I cry, my voice raw. “Selene, please. Don’t take my mate.”
I whisper every prayer I know, old words from the pack, a promise to the moon, to anyone who will hear me. I beg the sky like a madman.
“She’s still not breathing!” Kai roars inside me.
“I f*****g know!” I shout back.
“It’s your fault!” he snaps. “I’ll destroy you if we lose
