Dale’s POV
The next couple of hours that strode by were absolute f*****g hell. None of the witches we’d summoned had been able to help Alex. Her condition only seemed to grow worse with each minute that passed. And damn did the minutes fly by. It was like the clock ticked 5 seconds at a time. We were running out of what little time we had left.
Why on earth hadn’t father returned yet?
She bled, she screamed, she cried, she begged. But there was nothing I could do to help her. All I could do was stand by and watch as my mate suffered. I’ve never felt more useless and pathetic in my life.
The one thing I was supposed to do for her, I was failing miserably at.
Protector? What a load of crap.
I held her sobbing form in my arms while she writhed and clung to me, seeking comfort. It was
