The Forsaken Luna

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Mackenzie

Elliot's knees buck. I squeeze my eyes shut as he falls down into the snow with me on top of him. His breathing is heavy and rapid, like he wouldn't be able to get a deep breath into his lungs. I crawl off him and sit into the snow beside him.

"El, we have to keep going." My throat feels sore. It hurts when I speak. My whole body feels like pins and needles are raining on me. The full moon is in one day and I can feel how close we are to the pack territory. It just a little bit away.

"I... can't." Elliot chokes out through uneven breathes. I nudge his arm, trying to get him to sit up, but he lies flat on his stomach in the cold snow. If he keeps on lying in there, he is going to freeze to death. "C'mon. We have to keep moving." I swallow harshly when I speak, but nothing is helping my throat. I have been running a fever for the past three days and the high temperatures are pounding my body.

Elliot doesn't answer. He keeps on lying in the snow, his head facing away from me. I nudge him with my hand again, feeling like the movement is eating away my energy. He groans quietly, turning his head in the snow. His hair sticks to his face and he can barely keep his eyes open. His face is dusted with snowflakes, looking very pale.

"I can't." He repeats and I notice how his eyes close. I nudge him again, trying to get him to stand up. "El, please. Just a little bit more." I plead. I look up around the dark woods, feeling tears gather in my eyes. The wind is cold and harsh and I feel goosebumps appear on my skin. There are only woods around me. I can't see anything else but the snow and trees.

"Leave me here... Kenzie. Get to them." Elliot tells me, cracking his eyes open slightly. I grit my teeth in anger, but even that feels like too much work. "Like hell I will." I hiss out, feeling like I'm going to break into millions of pieces. I feel so tired and drained. The full moon is in one day and I feel like I'm being torn apart.

Elliot sighs heavily and I notice how his eyes close again. I turn to him and reach my hand out, shaking his shoulder. His brows furrow slightly, but he doesn't open his eyes again.

"El, no. Please stay awake." I plead, shaking him a little harder this time. His facial expression completely relaxes and my wolf senses how he blacks out right beside me. I feel a lump form in my already hurting throat and I close my eyes.

Great, my mate is unconscious. I can barely stand on my own and we are stranded in the middle of the snowy woods. This is just great. We were able to escape from the hunters, but now we are going to die because we haven't eaten anything in days and from being too exhausted.

My wolf whimpers in my head and I sympathize with her. I know how she feels right now. Her voice is faint though, like she'd be somewhere far away. Most likely because of my beat up state.

I push myself from the snow, shivering because of the cold white blanket that is cloaking the ground. I stumble slightly, barely catching my footing. I bend down and grip Elliot's hands, digging my nails into his skin. He doesn't jolt or budge. He is unconscious and I'm afraid if I leave him like this for too long I'm actually going to lose him.

"I'm sorry." My voice is just above a whisper. I feel a sob coming up my throat, but I fight against it, knowing fully well that it is going to hurt when it comes out.

I start to pull my mate through the snow. It's hard. I don't have enough strength to walk normally myself, let alone drag an unconscious eighteen year old through the snow. Not to mention this eighteen year old is around six feet tall and about a hundred and seventy pounds of pure muscles.

I grit my teeth and struggle, crawling inch by inch. He is making a trail as I drag him through the snow and I don't even want to know how much I'm scraping him. If he would know what I'm doing, he'd probably kill me. I struggle against his weight, feeling my arms and legs burn as I keep on dragging him by the arms.