Cole
The lake stretched out before me, dark and silent beneath the oppressive daylight. My chest burned as I pushed through the cold water, Rebecca’s lifeless body a dead weight in my arms.
Her skin was unnaturally cold against mine, as though her very essence were slipping away.
Her heartbeat—weak. Barely there.
Scott’s presence seethed inside me. Her heartbeat is too slow.
I could hear it, too. Faint and fragile. A breath away from being snuffed out.
Matt stood at the shore, his figure outlined by the harsh light. The moment I reached him, he yanked the towel from his shoulder, but I ignored it.
“She’s freezing,” I gritted out, my voice rough with the cold.
Matt’s jaw tightened. “The healer’s too far, Cole. I’ve already called.”
I didn’t care.
Her body felt wrong in my arms. To
