Dante:
She sat up and I could barely believe it. She… she was alive. It was really her. I watched her raise her hand. The purple patch that had spread on her skin slowly began to disappear. The Wolfbane didn’t kill her. It was a miracle.
“Where is the guardian?” she asked weakly, as I helped her to her feet and sat on the sofa.
“As soon as you fell to the floor, he disappeared.”
Her eyes were dazed, tears were welling in the corners and she reached for my face with her hand.
“Your eyes? They are red…”
I smiled and brought her palm to my lips. I had been so worried. I thought… I thought that I had lost her forever.
“You should rest. I will go and make you some coffee.”
I didn’t want to leave her soft and warm touch. I wanted to have her in my arms and groan about how much I had missed her, how I felt my wolf shatter when she fell to the floor, lifeless and cold in my arms.
I wasted no time in putting the water in the kettle on the stove and then I went to find a tea cu
