THEODORE
Oh My Lord.
It was her.
She was my mate.
My mate.
The world stopped. My heart echoed in my ears. My skin fizzed with sparks.
I don't think I'd ever seen someone so beautiful.
Her eyes were a beautiful shade of amber, her hair the colour of night. Her skin was perfectly brown, like bronze, gleaming and strong. Her lips were parted, pink and plump. But she was in pain, and rage coursed through me. I rushed forward, grabbing the vampire by his neck and pulling him off of her. Before I knew what I was doing, I'd snapped his neck. His body fell to the ground completely limp, and hers did the same, but I caught her before she could touch the floor. Blood trickled from her neck and her eyelids drooped, but even in that state, she tried to push me away. An unrealistic hurt clawed a
