Griffin’s fangs sank gently into Ciarra’s neck. He could feel her pulse....weak. He bit deeper, pushing until it passed through the skin and let his blood flow into her. Not just any blood....royal blood, blessed with the mixed strength of wolf and vampire. A last hope.
Ciarra twitched slightly.....Then nothing.
Everyone stood still. Even the wind seemed to pause. After 3 days since she died, Ciarra didn't give any development...they watched her lying on a soft mattress in the living room area..they prayed, hope for another life.
"Please... please work"
Griffin whispered while holding her tightly. His tears started to mix on her skin. Theo fell beside him, one hand on his daughter’s forehead, the other gripping Dian’s hand.
"She’s dead..my daughter is dead"
Dian said while holding his breath together.
"Theo... Griffin… she’s…"
"No."
Griffin shook his head.
"She can’t be. She can’t be. I gave her my blood, Dad. Why isn't it working?"
Neve knelt beside them, placing his palm on Ciarra’s chest. He concentrated. Then… a faint beat.
"Her heart"
Neve gasped.
"It’s beating. Slowly...but it’s there"
Griffin exhaled a sob of relief.
"Ate… come back. Just a little more. Stay with us. Please"
Ciarra's eyelids fluttered.
Her lips moved.
"...Griffin?"
"Yes! I'm here"
He cried, holding her hand.
She smiled weakly.
"You… did it."
Theo held back a cry, his shoulders trembling.
"My little girl… you’re still with us."
Callen wiped his face with trembling hands and leaned close, brushing her hair back.
"You’re the strongest soul I’ve ever known."
Ciarra looked at him, her vision was blurry but she can feel Callen's presence
"You still have to tell me… what you wanted to say."
Callen took a shaky breath, then leaned in.
"I love you, Ciarra. I never stopped. I’m sorry it took me this long to share with you who I am"
A tear fall down from the corner of her eye.
"Then… let’s make the time I have left count."
Dian couldn’t stop crying, holding her daughter with a fierce kind of love. Theo wrapped them both in his arms. Even Neve, usually composed, had his face buried in Lobo’s chest.
And Marco....Marco stood at a distance, his hands are shaking, his face looks so pale. He fell to his knees.
"You were right,"
He murmured to Elena’s lifeless body nearby.
"You lost to love. Not strength"
Wyatt walked toward Griffin and knelt beside him. He touched Griffin’s arm gently.
"You saved her"
Griffin looked up at him with teary eyes.
"We saved her. All of us"
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𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧 ᴊᴏʏʟᴀᴅᴀ / ɢᴇᴍғᴏᴜʀᴛʜ
Fantasyliving in an influential family of Covens, GRIFFIN a Vampire Prince is unaware of his Identity. THEO and DIAN the Supreme Ruler of MANCINI-GALLO Empire, his foster parents, convinced him to believe about the tale of his existence. but there are 3 th...
