[JER]
"Is she…" Jer trailed off, scared of what was waiting for him. The warlock had tried to patch his Luna up as best as she could. She had given her the breath of life, but his mate was yet to wake up.
His Malika's eyes were still closed, her hands stained by the blood of her own fetus, her chest that had been ripped apart was now swollen, like she was just another person on the battlefield for the alpha to consider mourning at a later time.
It was as if she was just another body for the endless mass graves that would be dug in Sicario by morning. But that wasn't it for Jer.
She wasn't just another person. To him, she was a lifeline filled with love, a lifeline he would do his very best to protect and a lifeline he would bargain with the devil himself to protect.
