Chapter 28
Nigel Quintin Ulysses
"He's dead,"
I refuse to believe that.
Marcus' head is on my lap as I watch him, expecting him to wake up in any second. I don't know how long I have been staring at his beautiful face, or when I did put his head on my lap. All I know is that he sacrificed himself for me, to save me. Tears burn my eyes as I squeeze his cheeks, hoping, wishing that he'll wake up and tell me that he's fine and that everything is okay.
But his face, his hand, his skin are as cold as ice.
His friends are surrounding us, and their eyes are red from crying. The Great Alpha, as I have heard his friends call him, has his back perched on a wall, his fingers in his hair as he tries himself to stop crying.
"You should have accepted him," one of Marcus' friend says. I think he's
