Clarissa wildly darted through the woods. She knew it wouldn't be long until they tracked her down and stopped her. The extra weight didn't help either. Jack still slung unconsciously bleeding out on her shoulder. The blood had seeped through her tunic, making her feel sticky and wet chilling her to the bone.
She wanted to stop crying, but the tears wouldn't stop coming. This was all her fault. Jack could die, and it would be on her. More damned blood on her hands.
She could still hear Jack's faint pulse in her ears. But it was getting shallower by the minute.
Jack, Jesus, if you die, I cannot live with myself. Live, Live LIVE!!
"LIVE!!!!" She screamed in the air. But he was running out of time.
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Assassin's Lover
WerewolfThis was the first real chapter book I ever wrote. I typed almost the entire story in my Notes on my old IPod. It was my greatest achievement at that time, until my IPod disappeared. So now I'm re-writing it. Unlike the Adventures of Liana and Bob t...
