Chapter 22 Chapter Twenty Two
- Skye-
- I lay in bed, my eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, wishing I could turn back time. If only I hadn't asked for his name or promised him a chance to see his mate, then maybe he would still be alive.
- My mind kept replaying the image of his lifeless body—the blood, the smell of death—it all reminded me of that fateful day when I found my sister on the floor of her room, soaked in her blood.