Skye-
I lay in bed, my eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, wishing I could turn back time. If only I hadn't asked for his name or promised him a chance to see his mate, then maybe he would still be alive.
My mind kept replaying the image of his lifeless body—the blood, the smell of death—it all reminded me of that fateful day when I found my sister on the floor of her room, soaked in her blood.
Seeing another dead body for the second time filled me with dread.
I tried forcing myself to sleep, but every time I closed my eyes, the images came flooding back. The sound of his confession, the look of shock on his face, the way his body slumped to the ground—it was all too much to bear.
I tossed and turned, my sheets tangled around my legs. I felt restless, my body craving the comfort o
