Nothing but pain and emptiness that's all Zillon could feel. His body felt crippled, even his tongue felt heavy and no matter how much of the pain he endured, it kept coming.
Doubled...
Trippled....
He could barely hold on, but what gripped him was Celeste...the sad look on her face, the tears in her eyes and how broken she sounded when she kept screaming for him to accept it.
He knew she didn't want him to die, but without her trust and her love, what would he be living for?
Zillon thought of his pack, but he really couldn't lead them without Celeste, she was the only person who could keep him sane, he didn't think anybody could replace her...
She was too unique, too special, too precious... He hated the fact that he'd be leaving her, but he found it hard to live, hard to breathe wh
