Running Scared

I see her chest rising and then falling....
I see so much of her but I barely feel her. Her warmth. Her Scent. Oh her scent is such a glorious fragrance of lavender...

Now she is alive and safe in my arms.
I looked on upwards to her beautiful face, pale, but beautiful nonetheless. Her chestnut hair covering her shoulders.

Dammit. I should of saved her. I should of been there first. I should of been the one to save her from those bastards.

My wolf cries out in anger and sadness. Anger that we couldn't save her from those bastards. Sad that she is hurt.

My heart thumps loudly.

"It's like a dead heart beating once more." I whispered at mine. "You can't stop a heart from beating again, I wouldn't. Would You?"