Derek sat by his mate, holding her hand gently in his as he traced the pale veins that showed boldly underneath her skin.
"Please," he whispered, pressing his lips against her pale, cool cheek. "Please wake up. I can't live without you."
Closing his eyes, he breathed her familiar scent, the scent that always made him feel so safe whenever he was around her. Then, he felt it. Or maybe it was in his own imagination. He stared hard at Shey's hand, willing it to happen again. It did! She was twitching her finger.
"Shey, can you hear me?" he questioned, pulling himself up closer to her, his heart pounding in his chest.
Her eyes fluttered and then they were open and Derek had her pulled against his chest in seconds flat.
"Oh baby," he cried, hugging her tight. "I thought I was going to lose you."
"Why?" she rasped, blinking the sleep out of her eyes. "Aint no death gonna drag me down to the pits of hell without me getting to raise my babies first."
