Chapter 41: Alpha Calle

I couldn't believe my eyes when I walked into the school clinic and saw Daphne lying motionless on a bed. Her clothes were torn and tinged with blood, and her face was pale as snow. She looked like she had been through hell herself. My heart ached at the sight of her; I felt so helpless, and there was nothing more that I could do for her at this moment other than simply be by her side.

"If only I had protected you better..." I crouched beside her, cradling her in my arms, as hot tears streamed down my cheeks onto hers—salty, stinging droplets of sadness that seemed to soak away into an eternity of blackness. My throat ached with the weight of all this sorrow, but still. I could not stop weeping for what I had done—or rather, for what she did because of us.

All around me were trying to console and comfort me, but I couldn't hear them over the howling of my wolf within. It felt like a part of myself had been ripped away and that nothing would ever be alright again without her by my side