**TRIGGER WARNING This chapter contains s****l assault and/or violence that may be triggering to survivors.**
Adea
“Leave him, Adea. There’s no time to mourn right now. We must find our mate.” Pulling myself away, I rushed past the arms, legs, and heads of more familiar faces. Fumbling in my weakened human state, I tried to find him.
In the corner of my eye, I saw movement. I turned and saw a pile rise up and fall as a shape I recognized pushed up through the bodies. Seeing his black hair my heart swells.
He pulls himself through and I do a quick once over and notice he’s naked. His body is painted in blood, his chest and abs beautiful as ever and unharmed. His eyes lock on mine and I can see the relief flood his face.
He stands up and I can feel the need to touch him grow and almo
