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Summery: After having a disturbing dream, Selene goes out to clear her mind and finds a rogue lycan. Can she stop it, or will it stop her? It begins where she's fighting and then goes to the dream/flashback.
POV changes frequently.
Fear, a word my kind has not felt for centuries. An emotion I never thought I'd feel since I turned. Yet, like my trust in Viktor, I was wrong. I would feel the agony of fear once more. And there is no one who can save me from it.
At first, I felt nothing. Then…I felt the pain of every cut, every wound. The lycans claws tarred through my suit, slicing my skin with it. As I tried to put some distance between the lycan and myself, it struck my back, injuring my spinal cord. Immediately, my body fell limp. My arms nor legs would respond. I was nothing more than a doll. I realized then, that had been the lycans intentions all along.
The lycan hovered over my limp body, smelling my blood. Its claws dragged across my battered body, spilling more blood. Why wasn't it eating me? I don't understand this lycan.
Then I realized it was only toying with me. When it was mangled me to its liking, it lifted my body. It howled loudly and sunk its fang deep into my neck. The pain would cause the strongest Death dealer to cry in pain. But I couldn't give in, not now. Not after what I did. I did not have the heart to ever be seen by Michael's eyes again. I now regret my last words to him, after everything that's happened. My last words still burn within me. Forgive me, Michael.