**TRIGGER WARNING This chapter contains sexual assault and/or violence, and suicidal thoughts that may be triggering to survivors.**
Dream
Adea
Her body went slack and she slumped to the floor. I held my mouth as I stared at her crumpled body. I was stuck between crying and screaming as I looked up to see who had hurt her. I smelled him before I saw him. He smelled of fresh-cut grass and pine. I wanted to cry as my gaze locked with his.
The pull to touch him, feel him, kiss him was all too much. My feet moved first, my mate was here. He growled as his eye took in my attire. His gaze promised pain and death. I cried as I ran into his arms.
The tingle of electricity I knew I would feel from him spread across my face, my neck, and my lips as he kissed me. He was hard and firm, and everything I needed. The tingles proved he was really here and the tears only came harder.
