Bloodthorn.
XANDER'S POV.
I woke up having a horrible feeling within me. I felt empty, like I was missing a part of me.
Lifting my head to see that the sun was rising and back down to Katrina who now lay in her human form, butt ass naked.
I wanted to laugh, but then saw how pale her skin looked. She looked dead.
Standing abruptly, I shifted into my human form and watched for her chest, waiting for it to rise and fall in a steady pace.
"Katrina?" I tried shaking her.
Putting my head against her chest.
Nothing.
She's not breathing.
Going into panic mode, I start chest compressions, squeezing her nose and breathing into her mouth. This repeated several times. I hadn't realized tears were streaming down my face.
She can't die. She can't f*****g die.
"KATRINA," I screamed in agony,
