Bound by the moonlight.
The mere touch of silver could kill a werewolf, and if that knife had struck her heart, I would have lost her forever.
I found myself wishing for her to wake up, to show some sign of improvement.
"Blue, you have to fight this," I whispered, my voice barely audible. " Tyga is here, and he is worried sick about you. We all are."
I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, my fingers staying on her cold skin. Blue had always been a strong and resilient member of our pack, and it was painful to see her in this vulnerable state.
"Please, Blue, come back to us," I urged, my eyes filling with unshed tears. "We need you."
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