Chapter 126

Isabella's POV

I was bleeding all over, my muscles were sore and my throat was dry. All around me were dead werewolves but there were still many more, they seemed to be never-ending and Donovan sat and watched as we were getting exhausted to death.

Lady Nightshade was surrounded by five werewolves, she had killed almost twenty of them and I would have been in awe of her killing so many powerful foes but I was too tired to think.

I just kept on swinging my sword again and again. The remaining two werewolves that had come with us were already dead and we—lady Nightshade and I— were the only ones left. Time was moving fast and my eyes were filled with despair as Roan's death came closer and closer but all through it whenever I looked at him he seemed to be smiling at me, telling me it was okay.

I fought harder and harder, I fought more than I had ever done for anyone before and yet it wasn't enough. I watched as time slipped from both of us while Donovan smiled and laughed at our despair