🔹Act 39🔹

Orin's pov

The sound of bones breaking filled the night, but I couldn’t move. I sat there in my mate’s blood, my hands trembling. The warmth around me was fading, just like the life in her eyes. My chest hurt so much it felt like my heart was being ripped out.

My lips trembled as the words slipped out, barely a whisper. “What… what have I done?”

My throat tightened, and my chest felt heavy, like something inside me was collapsing. I looked down at my blood-stained hands, the sight making my stomach twist.

“How… how could I have done this?” I choked out, my voice breaking. My fingers shook as I reached toward her, or what had remained of her, but I stopped halfway, afraid to touch what I had destroyed.

I was still crying, my hands shaking and covered in blood, when I heard people screaming and running in every direction.

Then I felt it.

I felt Veythar.

His growl started deep inside me, low and rough, but it kept growing louder. My chest burned as if fire was crawling under my skin.