Saving Haven

Saving Haven

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"No!" I screamed racing towards him. I was too late, he landed on the ground. I internally winced as I caught a glimpse of his bruised face. His tanned skin was covered by the purple and blue bruises that painted his face. Tears threatened to spill, but I wouldn't let them. 'I can't let him see me cry' I thought as I clutched his hand, tears began pouring down my pale cheeks. No matter how hard I tried, the tears would not stop. I sniffled as loud sobs and cries exploded from my mouth. I couldn't keep them in any more, and I didn't want to. I wanted to scream, cry but I couldn't. Not yet. I felt a something squeeze my hand. My eyes snapped towards the lump on the floor, that I lay beside. A puddle of blood not far from it. The dark red liquid continued to paint the white carpet, the sight of it made me break down even more. His forest green eye bore into mine, a weak smile graced his lips one last time before it faded and his eyes slowly slid shut. I couldn't hold on any more... Can Hazel save him in time? Or will she have to learn to let go?
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"I said look at me," he growled as he grabbed my arm from the Gamma in a vice grip. I winced and finally looked up to his stunning grey eyes. 'Mate!' my wolf yipped happily, although she was very weak she got to sound very excited, but I didn't. I didn't want a mate, one that I am putting in danger. Those people said they would find me no matter where I ran to, I couldn't put my mate or his pack in danger. My wolf whimpered knowing it was the truth. "Kitten," my mate purred, before he growled, "mine!" softly as he let go of my arm and lightly touched my cheek, now I felt the sparks firing on my skin. 'Kitten? Was this guy for real?! Did it look like I had whiskers and meowed?' I mentally scolded at him.

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