Angelina POV
Was I really capable of killing those creatures on my own? I had never once in my life felt this way. No matter how hard I tried, I could not, for the life of me, recall any of my actions. Those moments were completely blocked from me.
As I looked Emmett over, I noticed blood soaking through his ripped shirt, causing me to instinctively push my hand against him to inspect. I could feel the sticky warmth of the blood against my palm.
"I'll be fine, I heal fast," he reassured me, but he knew I needed to see. Just as much as he had to feel what was hurt on my leg and help tend to it. He pulled his shirt off, allowing me to inspect him. I slowly moved my hand against his skin, feeling the slight roughness of the small red marks where he was once injured.
"See, all healed. No
