Golden eyes stared at me. It's like he's seeing through me. He's looking at my soul. No, not looking, talking. He's telling me something. I can feel it. It's moving through me. Making my heart race. Making my body shiver.

As quickly as he came he left. His massive body disappeared in the shadows of the forest. My heart ached. I felt it pull before I herd it scream. It was yearning to be with him. It was calling his name. One foreign to my mind and tongue. I can feel the rope tugging and pulling. Trying to pull me into the darkness.

My heart feels heavy. It's bringing my body to my knees. He's getting further. I can feel it. With every step he takes, I feel weaker.

The pain is unbearable. It wants to rip my heart out and leave it there to bleed.

Rain pours down from the sky. It's as if the great spirits take pity on me. Water falls down my face. My vision is blurry. I don't move. I'm planted to the floor, holding on to my chest. I scream to the heavens. I blame them for my mate leaving me.

I fall face first on to the ground and roll on to my side. My body shakes in pain. Something isn't right. I arch my back and grab my sides. My hands are suddenly covered in warmth. The smell of metal drifts to my nose, I bring my hand to my face and see it covered in blood. I'm thrown on my back when a sharp pulls me to the ground.

I feel rather then hear my flesh being torn to pieces. I feel the scratches and the burns. I scream again. Louder then ever, when I feel the unseen knives run down my face. The cool blades leave a trail of fire on my skin. I feel the river of blood run down my body. I can taste the metal on my lips and I can feel it trickle down my neck.

I arch my back my back to the sky and scream as loud as the thunder.

My breath is caught in my lungs. My heart stuck in my throat. My back my back is torn and ripped open. I feel the claws dragging themselves along my skin bring my flesh with it.

I feel life slipping away as I drown in my own sorrow and pain.

I am hurt by something unseen. Yet I know I'm not the one that was really attacked, but my mate, my wolf was. The thought of my love being hurt or killed stirs something in me.

I scream. I scream on the top of my lungs. Till my screams become a howl and nothing but a sad song.

I can hear my mother's voice. I can feel her hands shaking me. My body is aware of what's going on. I can feel a thin layer of sweat on my neck and legs.

In my mind I can still see the wolves gold eyes. They look at me with desperation. I can hear his straggled cry. His fur his slipping away from my fingers as I slowly start to wake up.

"Go."

I hear it loud and clear as day. Just like that he is gone once again. Chocolate brown eyes replace golden eyes. I look at my mother but I hardly feel as if she's before me. I grab hold of my stomach expecting to feel blood along my fingers. Instead I feel the shear dampness on my shirt from my sweat.

My heart is pounding through my chest. My mom's cool hands brush aside some of my damp hair from my face. It didn't give me the usual comfort I would normally feel. My heart rate sped up; shivers ran up and down my spine.

I saw my grandparents pull my mother away with a horrified expression on all their faces.

I let out a cream as soon as the cracking started. My arms and legs bent in awkward angles. My bones snap as the reset themselves. My body stretches. It's being pulled in every direction by an invisible force.

My screams of pain become an ear-piercing howl. Hands that were once covered in skin are now covered in fur. I take a glance at my mother. She's calm but I can see a glint of a smile in her eyes. She doesn't move toward me, for that I am grateful.

I feel the pull and tug of the rope on my heart once again. This time it hurts more then I could have ever imagined. With every passing second, I can feel my heart being torn apart.

I let out a whimper, begging my mom to help me.

"No."

I can hear my father's angry and confused voice in my head. I can hear a howl in the distance. My head perks up and my ear twitches. I can hear his pain, my mate.

Without a second thought, I'm out the window. Feeling shards of glass cutting into my flesh.

I could hear my father yelling at my uncles' questions. I paid them no mind. I just followed the pull of my heart. Another howl was herd I pushed my legs faster and harder.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

The only sounds that can be herd are my heavy breathing and the sets of paws following me. My paws pounded on the dirt with the beat of my heart.

I smelt the blood, before I saw where it was coming from. I pushed my legs faster. I looked ahead of me. Under the cloves I see a coat as black as night. I slow my steps until I am nearly frozen in my spot. The smell of blood is over overwhelming.

I look closely and see pools of red. My eyes widen in horror. I take a step forward. Crack! The sound of my foot breaking a twig was startling to my own ears. The black coat shifted.

Golden eyes met my brown ones. "Don't-" was all I herd as I held my breath and phased back. A small part of me knew I should feel embarrassed standing bare in front of him, however my concern and fear over weighed my modesty.

I let out a shaky breath as he phased back also. Without thinking I ran up to him. Blood covered my fingers and legs as I laid his head on my lap. I could barely see his face. I don't understand, he should be healing.

"Sarah"

I turned my head and spotted my father. He looked angry but when he looked down at my lap his eyes softened in concern. He made his way over to us. I looked down at the man in my arms. I felt the sting of tears prick my eyes. He groaned in pain when my father went to remove him from my arms.

"Mom." He muttered before he closed his eyes in unconsciousness.