~ NYSSA
I'd never given much thought to how I'd die. Mostly because I always thought I'd live a long and fulfilled life.
The only time I'd given thought to it, I'd assumed it would be in the pack house, surrounded by children I had with Henry. The thought sounded so far-fetched right now considering the reality I was facing.
I lay face down in the dirt, pain spreading up every inch of my body. I couldn't tell if the battle around me had stopped raging because I couldn't hear anything over the ringing in my ears. All I felt was pain and hurt.
I tried to move, but my body wouldn't work. It felt like it wasn't mine anymore, like I was a figure hovering in the air, watching everything happen to me.
The knife must've been silver because nothing else had the power to bring me to my knees like this.
"Are you still there?" I asked my wolf, desperate for a familiar voice.
Dying was terrible, but dying alone was the worst torture.
"I'm here." Her voice was soft, barely audible.
