I watched her die in my arms, and I felt as if I was being ripped apart. How had Amelia missed this attack?
I carefully pulled my girl into my arms and carried her into her old hut where I washed her body and dressed her into something clean, even with her blood gone, I could still remember the smell and it was mouthwatering. If I didn't love her, I'd still dry to drain her even though I knew I'd die to do so.
After, I cleaned up the mess in the hut, and burned the bloodied cloth's and sheets. I returned to my mate, but there was no change.
It was late in the afternoon when the others finally arrived home from their various meetings with the surrounding packs, covens and nests, and I slowly rose to my feet and walked out to see them.
''Did you know?'' I asked Amelia, my voice low and
