Ella We dash across the square, my hand clasped in Cora’s, adrenaline moving my legs for me even despite the face that I don’t have the strength for it. As we run, debris and smoke fly around us. The humans are pressing their advantage, shelling the center of the city with abandon after they heard
But then, very suddenly, I feel that tug. The one behind my ribcage. The one tied to him. Ella? My eyes fly open as I gasp and I cry out. “Dominic!” I shout, my eyes frantically searching the square for him. “What?” Cora pants, looking around, frantic. “What is it? Is he here?” “He’s here,” I
Ella The power comes slow, at first, and I feel like a dry terracotta pot into which the first drips of rain begin to fall. But then, as my body beings to take in the power, to soak it up like thirsty clay, the power starts to fall into me like a summer storm. It soaks every bit of me, splashing a
I wrench my eyes open, then, and look down at myself, at my legs – Blood – blood everywhere – Oh my god. I rip my eyes back to Cora’s face. “Cora,” I demand. “Cora, take it.” “Ella!” I hear his voice as I plead with my sister, hear it somewhere across the square, but I can’t look now – She’
Sinclair I roar as I stumble through the doors of the hospital, my bleeding mate clutched in my arms. Everyone in the emergency room freezes - doctors, nurses, patients. Everyone. The noise that comes from me is unending, a demand, a plea, a threat. I am halfway between states now – my eyes fill
The professionals murmur to each other as they work, speaking in a medical language I can’t comprehend. It's almost more than I can do to stand still, helpless. I have basic medic experience, of course, but I know that her life is in their hands, not mine. And it kills me to realize that, to stand h
3rd Person The hours pass slowly for Dominic Sinclair as he sits at his mate’s side in the post-surgical suite, willing her to live. Her hand is held tight within his and his eyes are trained on her face, watching her eyelashes flutter every minute or two. Her chest raises and lowers slowly, sha
Sinclair growls a little, irritated, but then does as his brother asks and turns towards the television. To his surprise, it’s an image of Cora. Sinclair blinks, paying more attention now to the words that scroll across the screen, to the picture of Cora glowing with a bright white light, her claspe