“Please wake up. Please wake up.”
Velicia didn’t know how long she stayed there, kneeling in the blood-soaked ground, cradling Kemper’s dead body against her chest.
She kept begging him to magically wake up and tell her not to worry. Tears streamed down her cheeks like a waterfall.
Her hands were covered in his blood. Her dagger was still clutched in her palm.
It was by this time that dozens of Nightbound soldiers finally burst into the clearing, ready to fight. Behind them came Carl, Cole, and Cray, their Lycans surfacing as panic took over.
“Velicia!” Cray’s voice rang out first.
Velicia didn’t move. She just stared down at the man in her arms.
The triplets froze when their eyes below and saw who was in her arms.
Carl’s chest seized.
Cole’s heart stopped.
Cray staggered back a
