Damien P.O.V
Isabella lay on the floor covered in filth and blood. I shifted quickly, falling to my knees by her side, scooping her up into my arms. Quickly placing my head on her chest and breathing a sigh of relief when I heard her heart beating. Her dress was torn with mere shreds of it hanging from her body. Then I saw the scratches, deep across her stomach. I felt warmth as I picked her up and noticed the tickling trickle of blood running down my arms and flowing off the tips of my fingers. I slumped her over my shoulder, checking her back to see that she had the same gashes down her back, and what looked to be previous wounds that had been reopened.
"Damien!" Gabriella called out a few feet away as she appeared from behind a tree. I walked towards her, carefully recradling Isabell
