Grim
I love you.
That is what she told me.
And now I have lost her.
The sight of a bloodied dressing room, the bodies of my werewolves on the ground, eyes wide open as if their deaths were even a shock to them— and the emptiness of having my connection with Lily severed, did something to me and, before I knew it, I sank my knees to the floor and simply stare.
It was a strange feeling I had never experienced before… helplessness, despair and a horror that seemed to eat away at my insides.
Lily.
My Lily.
For the first time in what feels like forever, there was no response. There was no shy or surprised reaction. There was no annoyed grumble. Or just that welcoming feeling of being utterly connected to someone.
I was alone.
Empty.
The one person that I love was gone.
I kept
