Donahue
The pain is too much. The blades have sliced past skin and bone, slicing right through my lungs. I struggle to breathe, struggle to keep my eyes open and on the woman that means more to me than life, but I force my head up, force my eyes to stay open, to make sure she stays alive. I can hardly hear what is being said, I can see her lips move, but I can't hear past the ringing in my ears. Blood fills my mouth but I refuse to open my lips to let it flow past, refuse to let her see how bad the damage is.
"You are mine and I protect what is mine." I hear the words as if it was said in my head, and realize that they do not mean that she claims me as her mate, but her's nonetheless. I want to tell her that I will always be hers, that I have always been hers, but to open my mouth would
