I was sleep, laying on Drakas (My soon to be Mate) chest... He and I where on post and we where just kids... I was barely 16 and he was 19. It was love. Peacefull, serene blissfull love. Most wait decades to find there mate, but I got lucky and found Draka. He sang me a melody and I soon drifted off. I awoke to Drakas fearfull voice whispering loudy to me
Draka- "Mariah, wake up, there here! hand me my knife!"
As I groggily awaken
"What whos here Love?!"
The smell of fallen angel fills my nose my red eyes flash open Draka locks me in a protective sheild and leaps over to the angels as they murder my mother, sister and pack mates. Draka gets cut and I lay trapped in the domb like sheild.
"Draka" I scream in a siren like voice
I remember my knife at my side, I rip it from the deer skin strap and stab the sheild. It breaks as if I had stabbed glass and I fall to the ground, already on my feet. as the crowd of murderers leave I rush to drakas side... Hes bleeding badly and barely concious. I slit my wrist and let him drink from the wound. His cut ceices bleeding as tears stram down my face. An angel turns his black wings up and ready to attack. I snatch a knife from my brown hunting boots and as if a reflex throw it at him. Hitting him in the heart. Followed by two more, hitting him in the neck and heart again. I Growl with fury as the angels flee. My heart is shaddered as I look at his wounds, he has ill chance.
His leg has been cut, im sure something was severed, his throats been slit. I feel the tears hitting my hands as he trys to speak but all that comes out is a gurgling sound. I find myself crying like a small baby.
"Its okay, Draka... Look at me, its okay. We'll, we'll get you to a doctor, or a fairy, they'll, they'll heal you. We can get through this... We can, I know we can, I love you. You cant leave me, not like this, not this way" I cry
"No, Emmy, stop... We know thats not true." He gargles