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Lycus's pov

The last time I felt this much pain was when I lost my dad, the last time I shed tears was when he died and now the pain I felt was more, the tears I shed were more.

I was waiting outside the emergency room as the pack doctors, Xerxes, and different witches whom I had called for struggled to save my mate's life.

And all of this was my fault, if I had just kept my promises, she wouldn't be in there battling for her life, I failed her.

"You son of a bitch!" A punch landed on my face swerving me to the side, "I warned you!" He landed another punch again, "How dare you do this to her?!" Andros was mad with rage and I let him take it all out on me, I couldn't fight back cause I deserved it, my mate was dying and Spyro detached himself from me which made me weaker.

"How could you?!" He grabbed me despite my huge frame towering over him, "I respected you to keep your word, despite being a king who is revered, you are a fucking shitty person!" He pushed me backward