Love with Blood- The Prophecy

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Liana's POV

His house was cold and empty. No lights were on, the furniture unused and covered in dust. The fireplace hadn't been lit for years and the whole place smelled musty. I entered his room and he smiled through the oxygen mask that covered his mouth and nose. The green strap perfectly fit around his head. When you lose your mate it practically kills you. You don't feel the effect unless your fully mated.

    He didn't have much time left. I sat at the edge of his bed as his ragged breath was heard through the oxygen mask.

    "I...don't have much............time left. I.....know I haven't......trained you...well..but you will do great. My....one last request.....is for you to.....get rid of Andrew......he isn't good for you. You deserve....to find your.....true mate......and be happy. Please....be.....hap..." A monitor that stood by his bed beeped as his heart rate stilled. I gasped and wheezed, crying for him to come back. I felt his power flow from his soul and into mine.

My wolf howled with power. Something she hasn't done in forever. I have a very weak connection to my wolf. With everything in school I couldn't interact with her because it would distract me and school also got me very depressed and sad meaning I would shut her out. I felt her wake up and connect with me a little more every time Noah was there. It wasn't strong enough to let us interact but it was strong enough for me to feel her emotions and actions.

    I stayed in his room for hours. After crying for so long I just sat there in the corner of his room, the cold wall pressed against my back. I hugged my knees up to my chest and stared at the monitor that was now torn apart. After a while I had gotten sick of the ringing sound and torn apart the monitor. I had tried calling his nurses but there was nothing they could do to save him since he was dying for his mate. Once you find your mate you can't be without them for about as long it took to find them which is usually about two decades.

    I stayed there for a another hour or so until I heard a knock at the door. I recognized Noah's scent but didn't move hoping he would go away but not at the same time. Soon enough the door opened and he walked up the stairs. His heavy footsteps moving in a steady rhythm. He stopped at the doorway. Assessing the room his blue eyes landed on me. He held my gaze for a little longer before sighing.

    "Liana I...I'm so sorry." I sniffled as he came over and knelt in front of me. He enveloped me in a hug and it brought back the memory of my mother's death. More tears came and the left shoulder of his shirt was soaked with my tears and snot.

    "I'm sorry." I said.

    "For what?"

    "For getting snot on your shirt." His head fell back and he laughed.

    "I'm serious." I tried to hide a smile but lost and felt my face light up in a bright genuine smile. Ours eyes locked for a moment and my breath caught in my throat.

    "What are you doing to me?" He blushed as he realized he said that out loud making me blush too. I bit my lip and looked at him. He was wearing brown khakis and a short sleeved baby blue shirt. His injuries had started to heal and he looked in way better shape.

    "Don't do that."

    "Do what?" His lips parted as his gaze was focused on my lips. I glanced down at his lips then at the wall across the room.

    "Bite your lip, don't bite your lip." I smiled.

    "I'm sorry I didn't hear you. Don't do what? This." I bit my lip again as he stared at mine. I smirked and he blushed looking away. Glad that I wasn't the only one being affected by the other. I decided to change the subject as the air grew awkward.

    "I don't think your dad likes me." I felt my shoulders sag, as if his parents opinion was really important, because for some reason it was. He sighed and looked down at his lap shaking his head.