His Estranged Mate

Chapter 58: Back to Life?

CATRINA

Tears stream down my face when I reach Connor, taking his weight on me. We both go down, me landing on my ass, sitting with Connor's upper body leaning on me. I roam my hands along with the dagger that's embedded into his chest, not knowing how to remove it. My mind's all closed up, panic at the foremost as I think of a way to bring back my mate.

"Wait, let me do it," someone says and I look up through my tears. It's the new girl. She's looking down at me, her silver eyes shining in pity before her gaze shifts on Connor's unconscious body. He's breathing but his breaths are very shallow which scare me.

The female bends over my mate, and pulls the knife by its hilt, causing blood to spurt out of his wound. I cry out as his wound keeps bleeding and going a bit black on the sides, scaring me more.

"What's happening? Connor!" I weep, not bothering to wipe my tears only holding on to Connor, trying to hold the wound with my hands, not really knowing what to do.

"Catrina. Let me carry him to the infirmary."

I don't know who says it but I feel a hand on my shoulders trying to pull me out of my panic-ridden thoughts. I look up at Sierra and shake my head, not letting my hold on Connor go.

Sierra nods her head as if indulging me and pulls my hand from Connor's chest, slowing and then murmurs, "yes, Catrina, slowly let go."

"No, no," I cry, scared that if I let go, his life would slip from my fingers. Sierra shakes her head, her eyes wide and fearful as she tries to console me, lifting my hands from Connor's body.

"Listen to me, Catrina," she says cupping my cheeks. "Calum is here. He'll teleport to the infirmary with Connor. Yes?" she says, nodding her head all the while trying to explain to me but I am so forgone in my panic that I don't realise what she's saying.

"No. Connor." I cry uncontrollably when all of a sudden, his weight is lifted off me and I feel a cool breeze around me.

"Yes, baby. Connor will be fine. Let's go to the infirmary? I'm here with you," she coos at me as if I am a child, rubbing my cheeks and shoulders, shaking me a bit so that I become alert once again.

"Connor, take me to Connor, now," I shout. My mind a jumbled mess, making Sierra wince but she doesn't react otherwise, pulling me up. My legs are trembling as I stand, all the energy-draining from me and I feel Sierra pulling me close, making me lean on her.

"Shh, baby. Nothing will happen. Connor will be fine. Elder Fridolf is already operating on him. Calum linked me just now," she whispers and that's when the dam breaks, and I weep, hiccupping and sobbing all the same time, my breath getting choked up at the thought Connor.

I want the mind-link with him. I want to know if he's fine. I want him back.

"Dominic, pick her up. She's losing it," Sierra orders and even when I know that she's speaking about me, I don't pay attention to them.

Stinging needles poke into my skin when Dominic picks me up but I just weep, curling into myself in my godfather's arms as the cool wind rushes around me, making me shiver in fear and cold. I close my eyes, the image of Connor's lifeless... no, unconscious body fall in my arms flashes in my brain.

I refuse to believe that he's dead. He can't be. I won't let him leave me again!

Dominic makes me sit in a chair, literally pushing me into it and then covers my body with a blanket.

I feel cold, freezing cold.

Pulling the blanket closer, I pull my legs up and clutch onto my knees with the ends of the blanket in my fingers, curling into myself as I continue weeping at the sense of loss that I feel.