Victor
Blood. There was so much blood, everywhere. My hands hovered over her body. I wanted to help her but I didn’t know what to do. I was afraid to touch her and make things worse. The dagger, I thought. I had to remove it and she’d be able to heal. My trembling fingers inched slowly and I was about to curl them around the handle.
“NO!” The waitress interrupted me. Her warning brought me out of whatever trance I was in.
Her eyes were wide as she held a phone to her ear and extended her other arm over my mate. A growl started rumbling lowly in my chest and was threatening to go out. How dare she stop me from saving my pregnant wife and unborn babies?
“I’m on the phone with the emergency services. They said to not remove the knife no matter what!”
“It’s killing her!” I seethed with
