The Beast - Part 9

Leo

No, no, no, no, no. Please, no.

Please don’t be dead. She can’t be dead.

I look up the tree to see my mate sitting on a branch too high up for me to reach, even standing on my hind legs. Her eyes are closed and her head is tilted in an uncomfortable way. She’s beautiful, with grey hair, resembling liquid silver, alabaster skin resembling porcelain, slender body with long toned arms and legs, wearing only shorts and a sports bra. I sigh in relief hearing the sound of her heartbeat. She’s alive.

What breaks my heart, though, is how faint her heartbeat is and the smell of blood surrounding her, and the number of scars I notice on her body the longer I watch her. They vary in shape and size, but to leave permanent scars the wounds had to be quite serious. Some of the scars did not even fade; they’re black, as if not allowed to heal properly. What the hell has happened to her?

I look around to look for some sort of bag or anything she could’ve taken her things in, but there is nothing