Lazarus
A sudden pain in my heart woke me. I sat in the bed and rubbed my chest. The pain didn’t settle but continued to grow stronger. What the f**k was happening? Werewolves didn’t have heart attacks!
I threw back the covers and tried to walk to my door. Another sharp pain came, taking my breath away; knocking me down to my feet. When I could finally muster my breath, I screamed for Sebastian. My heart continued to thunder in my chest. It felt like a thousand cuts slicing me all at once. With each beat my heart made, the pain intensified.
I crawled over to the door, I reached up to grab the knob, my fingers uncooperative. I started to cough, the metallic taste of blood flooding my mouth. I groaned and tried to reach the door handle again, successfully turning it. The door cra
