Wildfire

Death. Everywhere I turn all I see death. No matter how hard we fight they won’t stop coming. Everyone is becoming exhausted. I turn to look at my mate and for the first time I see fear in his eyes. We were going to die here. Who knew that an hour ago we would be stuck in all this chaos and fighting for our lives. This damn pack of rogues came out of nowhere and started attacking our pack. We easily managed to take them but things only started to get harder when we realized that they wouldn’t stop coming. Hundreds of them. Our pack was strong. The strongest and pretty big but even we have our limits. There are just to many. While fighting I look out the corner of my eye and see my mate fighting off two rogues. My heart drops as I see a third wolf blindside him. My mate catches him but while being distracted by him another wolf goes for his throat and managed to get a hold of it. All I could do is run and try to get to him but he’s to far. I see him look at me then mind linked me with his dying breath “I love you wildfire” My world suddenly goes black.