Forty Four.

Bella

I had heard him. For a fleeting moment, I felt calm. That there would be a way out of this mess. That somehow, he was coming for me.

In no time, his voice fades. And that calm feeling is stripped from my body. But it was more than that this time and I didn't know what.

Becca had been watching me as I spoke to him, she had shifted to her human form and had a towel wrapped around her middle. She had been standing, with her hands behind her back, watching me as the wounds on my stomach fighted to knit together. She had only stayed because the doctor had asked her too.

I thought she wanted the same things as I did. I thought she was on my side, until, out of nowhere, she stabbed me with that syringe.

It was different from the one that had been jabbed in the neck. It stung and forced me back onto the bed. Pain creeps in through my body.

“Go away.” I mutter through gritted teeth.

She stands there, staring at me

“Get out!” I growl as I clutch my stomach.

Whatever was in that syringe,