***Dominic***
She was so pale and her skin was cold but still as soft as a rose’s petal. Her fiery red hair that I saw for the first time a couple of weeks ago was matted with dried blood and dirt. “Mom can you bring a washing basin with some soaps please”, we had moved Allue to my room with the hopes that my scent and being close to me would help her heal. It's been a little over a couple of hours since she was brought back and her heart is beating stronger than it was and her breathing isn't as shallow but she is still weak. She's weak but she's fighting; a fighter's spirit. My mom nodded and both her and Justine left the room to gather what I had asked for.
Damien hasnt left her side either growling any time someone got too close. He made the mistake of growling at me once and has th
