Elsa's eyes widened as her heart raced when she realized what Wicca was up to then. Her bones cracked as she felt the pain surge through her body when she turned her head to glimpse at Rafael. She exclaimed in panic. Rafael had lost his consciousness, struggling to live. He was hedged in a pool of blood. The bond they shared was the only comfort of her at that moment that gave her the hope that her mate was still alive.
Elsa looked outside at Wicca, pleading with her to spare them. She begged Wicca to either save or kill both of them. But the vile smirk on Wicca's face was clear enough that all the evil witch wanted was to kill the love of her life, her mate, Rafael. It was like a Deja vu. Just the villain who tried to ruin it for her this time was different. Every cell in her body ached
