_Logan's POV_
I cradled Alyssa in my arms, her body limp and pale. The arrow was still embedded in her side, and blood soaked her clothes, staining my hands. My heart pounded in my chest, louder than the chaos of the battle behind me. My mate… my Alyssa. She wasn’t moving. She wasn’t even trying to fight the poison spreading through her veins.
“Alyssa, please,” I whispered, brushing her hair away from her face. “Stay with me. You can’t leave me.”
I had seen her fall. I had felt her pain through the mate bond, like a knife twisting in my own side. The second she hit the ground, the world stopped. Nothing mattered but reaching her, pulling her out of the madness. My warriors were still fighting off the rogues, and the witch had vanished into the shadows, but none of it mattered.
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