Leah
“Listen to me.”
“No.” His voice cracked again, and I watched a tear fall from his jaw onto my cheek, warm against the cold of my skin. “You’re not doing this. You’re not saying goodbye. The healers are coming and they’re going to fix this and you’re going to be fine.”
The darkness pressed closer. I could feel it now, not as absence but as presence. Something vast and patient, waiting at the edge of my consciousness. Not threatening. Not frightening. Just waiting.
I squeezed his hand. It was all I had left. My fingers barely closed, the strength leaking out of me with every heartbeat.
“You have to live,” I whispered. “Promise me. You live your life. You don’t let this destroy you.”
“Stop.” The word was a sob. Darien, the Lycan King, the strongest lycan alive, was sobbing like a c
