Chapter Twenty Three-Life
(Amber’s pov)
I could feel my body slowly waking up, taking in every new smell and noise in the room I was in. I didn’t know where I was, I couldn’t remember anything. A quick squeeze of my hand sent tremors through my body and I knew it was Johnathan that was holding my hand, so I knew I wasn’t with Dom or my father. That seemed to click something in my memory.
The memories of my killing Dominick, of my wolf killing Nick, my half-brother and the memory of Dom murdering Hope. I felt tears stream down my face and I couldn’t stop them, they just kept coming. Soon I felt arms left me up and place me on their lap as they rubbed their hands up and down my back and arms, trying to calm me down. I could tell by the sparks from the hands that I
