Mated to the Alpha Don
Evelina gasped, her breathing labored.
I looked at my mate, reaching a hand out to squeeze her shoulder.
“You can,” I urged, knowing she could do this. She had too. We had too.
“N-No…Gabe…this…something’s wrong,” Evelina murmured.
Something was indeed wrong. We were both exhausted, having fought for hours, but it was more than just fatigue. She looked paler than usual, her lips slightly blue. I hooked my arm around her waist, trying to support her weight as we continued fighting. As she continued to blast the power of the sacred flame out towards the demons. But I could tell her power was draining.