The Most Forbidden of Loves (Chris Brown Story)

He still wasn't breathing. My heart was beating rapidly inside my chest. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be. I strained my ears to catch the sound of his heartbeat, but all I got was silence. Maybe the wind was too strong and loud for me to hear his heart? Oh shit. Maybe the blow he had taken to the head was too much. I growled, seeing all red and feeling the most rage I had ever felt. I staggered a bit with the sudden rush of emotion. My hackles raised and I bared my teeth as I snarled. The two wolves that were watching Chris turned to face me. They growled back as they advanced on me, but this time, I wasn't afraid. As they closed in on me, I had but one thought in my head. It consisted of a single name: Chris.