Warning: Character death
Nefretiri
"It's okay, Luna. I'm ready." Hannah smiled, looking back at me. "I'm… I'm happy I got to meet you."
"Don't give up," I beg, even though I know I'm asking for a miracle. "They'll save us."
"They'll save you," She blinked, her words becoming more slurred. "And that's enough. I'm just sorry that I never got to meet them."
I don't have to ask who she meant. She was talking about her mate. Hannah was dying, and her mate was out there somewhere. Would they know what she was going through? Would they wonder what was wrong?
"Hannah, please," I plead, unwilling to give up. "Your wolf is going to heal you. Just please, I can't hold this magic much longer."
"She can't, Luna," She looked at me sadly, swallowing back the tears. "The damage is too deep. It's okay. I'm not scared."
"Please," The word barely comes out, broken by sobs.
