Blakes P.O.V
I held onto her, not wanting to let go...
She was crying into my shoulder and I started to cry as well, letting years of longing pour down my face.
Then, pain struck me, somewhere inside, a sort of sharp sting, a dull thud, something I couldn't understand.
I looked down at Kerryn.
Her eyes were unseeing, looking straight into mine.
"Blake..."
The words slipped off her tongue and her arms weakened.
"No!" I cried, grasping her, then I saw the knife in her back.
"Kerryn...no!"
"Blake..."
And she stopped.
I held her limp body, helpless.
Kerryn, my Kerryn, was gone.
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My Stupid, Annoying, Possesive, Alpha Mate
WerewolfMates are supposed to be soul matches, meant to stay together for the rest of their lives. To protect their mates, love their mates, be with their mates. They are supposed to be pure matches. So why the hell is my mate Blake Oathford? He left for A...
