Highest in Werewolf: #2
"Selene, my daughter, please hear us out. I know we don't deserve it, but your sister is pregnant and-"
I held up my hand to stop the man named Benicio Dixon from speaking. Surely they didn't call me here just so they can dum...
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I saw her eyes.
The fear in them.
The trembling of her lips.
Her small body shivering as she fought for each shaky breath she took.
I saw her eyes.
Her eyes ever so slowly beginning to shut and I couldn't do anything about it.
My body, paralyzed in its stead, aching to move but couldn't. The weakness I grew to hate mocking me as I couldn't even lift my arms to brush her curls out of her face. To offer her some kind of comfort even if I knew it wouldn't do anything. Even if it was a lie. At least then, her fear would've lessened. Maybe her whimpers would hurt less. The blood that was pouring out of her stomach, the pain in her face, her helpless cries-
I saw him.
His body torn and and laying there in his flowers. No one to see his last moments, no one to hear the pleas or his final words. He was probably calling after her. Telling her to run, and to find me. He probably thought of me. Wondered if I was alright and if I made it out.
Did he blame me?
Did she blame me?
Did I still blame myself?
Even when I know that in terms of my reality there was not much I could've done- since I've been sleeping for two days and had an attack over Landon's mating and marking- I couldn't help but feel that guilt. That guilt and mocking voice that always followed me.
You could've saved her.
You could've saved him.
You could've held on for a few more minutes and given her a fighting chance.
