As soon as they reach her, Kaia gives a blood curdling scream as Hector rips the sport’s vest open to reveal the bullet wounds. “I’m…I’m sorry..” Josie gasps out as if it was a choice to talk or breathe. “No…Josie, stay with us.” He commands before touching the bullet wounds only to flinch back in
~ Knox ~ The waiting is a living hell. The medical staff closed off the viewing area, meaning we were waiting in the corridor outside the theatre room. My body had sunk me to the floor and I hadn’t moved since. I planned to stay here for as long as it took to complete her operation. My knees we
“What?” Hector’s crestfallen demeanour shatters my already breaking heart. “Alpha Kaia demanded she was placed on to life support..I can take you to her now.” He states with a tensed tone. “I don’t understand.” Hector softly states, his hands running through his hair before landing on his jawline
~ Knox ~ I have no way of measuring time at the moment, I’ve not even left the hospital room. None of us have. I couldn’t even tell you if it were day or night outside. My lungs were stale from the lack of fresh air, my stomach past the point of hunger and my throat dry. Food and fluids have
“It is time for us to say goodbye.” I’m watching a living nightmare unfold. Each person says goodbye, each person places a kiss on her forehead and a gentle whisper in her ear. How can they so easily give up, why are they not letting her body heal. Give her that more time she needs in order to r
~ Knox ~ “Where the fuck have you been?” Both Jaxon and Hector roar at Jace as he steps further into the room. He must have just arrived, he still had a black holdall in his hands. I do a double take at first…was this really Jace? Gone were the boyish charming looks…instead he was lean, he had t
Peacefully unaware of everyone breaking down around her. She wouldn’t want this. She wouldn’t want them to live like this. Visiting her everyday, not healing…letting grief suck the life out of them. She was giving, she was healing. Sobs follow as the doctor turns off the monitor, her heart rate fl
~Josie~ I can’t help but lean into his touch, my body moulding into his hold…those tingles at his touch feel even stronger somehow. He was warm and for some reason I was cold. So cold. There was no doubt who was holding me, his potent scent was calling out to me…leather and sandalwood. I’d happily