ALL THE blood in my body was drained until the last drop. I was as pale as the moonlight, gliding through the floor like a miserable ghost. I was just a spirit because my soul was ripped away from me at the sight of my soul mate laying helplessly right there. His eyes were shut tight, his lips cracked, and he was breathing like a dying bull.
In the shadows, I could see his body as I glided forward, earning more of his form which made me want to scream. He was as bad as death.
Rhys, the most powerful Alpha, was laying with his life hanging by on a thread. His skin was painted with dark articles. It was lining between his veins, taking space and every inch of him like a leech sucking his blood. The dark roots were tangled between one another like snakes adorning his tan skin. And I sorel
