Dimitri
Time moved differently when you were watching someone you loved die.
Every second stretched into an eternity as I stood there, Seraphina's limp hand in mine, watching her chest rise and fall with increasingly shallow breaths.
The healers swarmed around her like desperate ants, injecting counteragents, checking vitals and shouting medical terminology that meant nothing to my wolf-addled brain.
All I could focus on was the grayish pallor spreading across her skin, the way her lips were turning blue, how her heartbeat, which I could hear even over the chaos, was growing fainter.
"Dimitri." A soft hand touched my shoulder. Natasha, my sister had appeared sometime in the last few minutes, I couldn't remember when.
Her healer's robes were already stained with Seraphina's blood a
