How much can love save?
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Leila is torn between keeping away from her mate and saving her Pack. She believes staying away from him is best for the both of them. But the only way she stands a chance at protecting the people she loves is if she accept...
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~LEILA
I didn't see anyone else other than those wolves...those midwives...
Please...don't take away my baby...
That fucking midwife.
The knife that cut through Ella's throat.
The wolves that held me back and those that hunted me down.
And I killed. I killed without remorse, without thinking. I wanted to get rid of every single one of them. I wanted to rip their souls out, I was hungry to drink their blood. I wanted to smell their deaths in the air.
And I did.
It fueled me to kill even more.
I moved fast. I didn't bother to feel any wounds that were formed on me, I just moved. I killed whatever was in the proximity. There was no way I was letting any of them leave. Not one.
I had heard her. I heard my daughter call to me. I heard her panic. Her fear.
Queenie had leapt out the door, giving me full speed toward her through the dense woods. My heart was pounding in my head with what-if questions. I was scared to death.
What if I'd arrived late?
What if some wolves had taken her?
What if some wolves had killed her?
And I would never see my baby again.
The what-ifs were the ones that made me command Queenie to back down. The first wolf was mine. The bastard that prowled to my girl was mine. Mine to make it hurt, mine to kill. Then she could take over.
And even after the bodies were reduced to an end, I was still frustrated...
My lycan paced, growling, howling...
Nick hadn't killed for her.
I was not angry. I was furious...disappointed.
My daughter could've been hurt just because he couldn't bring himself to kill.
I shook my now bloody fur, trying to calm down. The white was stained with red.
"Mommy..."
My heart dropped and broke.
My baby.
I turned to look at her. My lycan's eyes met her terrified ones. I felt Queenie whine before going down and letting me regain my body back. I stayed on my hands and knees, hair draping over my face. I was panting, tired.
"Mommy..." She moved quickly and she was on to me.
I caught her in a tight embrace, sitting on my legs. I didn't realize how much I was shaking. "It's okay. It's okay, moon." My voice trembled and I felt hot tears pour down my face. I was crying.
