Chapter 43. A Promise of Safety

*Carmela's POV*

The last thing I remember before everything went black is looking at her bloody figure. And her eyes staring back at me with the color as red as blood and her face tarnished from my claws. I have no feeling of pity or regret from what I have done, instead my heart is full of remorse. My heart throbs and gushes blood from the silver knife that she stabbed me, then I heard Gemer's voice together with the pack warriors. And that's when I had lost the remaining bits of my consciousness.