Astrid Pov
How...
How can he be so inhuman?
I dare to look up further, and my heart stops beating in my chest.
There were five figures.
And a voice begging him.
"No, please! Don't! I beg you! Leave him... Please!"
I could recognize that voice from anywhere. After all, it was the first voice I heard when I came into this world.
"Momma," the words slip from my lips, and my grip on Dom falters.
Next thing I know, I topple over from his wolf frame and fall to the ground with a thud.
My side burns, but it is the least of my concern. I press my palms on the ground, only to feel them soiled and drenched. I expected it to be water or mud, but my insides scream when I realize it is blood.
Fresh blood.
Coating my fingers.
Pooling from a dead body lying beside me.
The face is unrecognizable.
People react to fear differently.
While one category may scream, letting others know they are scared, the second category loses their voice and is paralyzed.
