Chapter 133: I remember the fireworks… and I hate it with passion

Kayleigh

No. No. No.

“Cillian… Kill… D-don’t leave m-me…” I whisper in between my sobs while I cradle his head as it rests on my lap.

I drop feather kisses on his face the way he used to when he’s trying to woo me. My lips feel warmth starting to dissipate from his skin while I leave a trail of kisses, stamping his face with mixed tears, blood, snot, and even saliva. It doesn’t matter because I know that Cillian wouldn’t have it any other way.

It’s hard to breathe and speak in between my cries. I don’t even know what to say, anyway.

There’s so much stuff going on in my head and I’m having a hard time sorting out what I want to say and do. My wolf is here, I just need to let it surface so I can maybe, maybe, heal Cillian. But how? How do I call my wolf to come forward?

“S-s-somebody help him! H-help us!” My shoulders sag from feeling hopeless and desperate.

Cillian’s wound --- I know it’s lethal, but he’s an Alpha. Even without his full aura, his body will process