A warm presence invaded her mind in the chilly room on the cold floor. She was so weak she couldn't open her eyes. She was worried about him, her lord and master.
Has he fed, who will feed him when she is gone, for she knew she will not make it through the night.
Agna had come back and did to her what she most dreaded. Tears of pain flows down her eyes, but she didn't want to be thinking about Agna in her last moments.
She did marauds her mind till she found him, her savior… he had the most handsome of faces, a muscline scultured face devoid of fat.
His pointed nose giving his sunken eye sockets a hooded look of lone falcon. She couldn't believe the vivacity of the mind in desperate moments.
She had never been able to conjure any face as clearly as this one in her whole life…
Only if she could feed him one last time before she moves to the underworld or the one up yonder.
"I am sorry my hero, my Alpha. I am sorry to be used as a bait to trap you…. I am dying, my the time you get to me, you wouldn't fine me.
If there somewhere we could meet again oh my alpha, I wish the universe send me there where I shall wait for you…."
She couldn't say anymore as her energies begun to recede into complete coolness. So when she felt the probing in her mind, the warm presence of the Alpha, she ruled it out as hallucination, and fight to break contact with the desire to cling to that. If she holds on to that her death process will delay.
...
He refocused his energies again, to connect with her but she was rejecting her. She thought she is hallucinating. He did heard every last word she channeled to her. The strange emotion he fears so much tagged at his heart again. He did come alone to avoid any distraction from the gunmen, and to be able to cover enough distance.
He focused and again in gritted teeth and clench jaws till he found his gums bleeding, and his eyes moist in his panther form.
"Don't leave Shilla. Listen, I am coming for you,." he heard nothing. Like a cheetah he cover mile after mile through the tropics, as nocturnal preys scurried for their lives on sensing the powerful of the predator in distress.
He was furious… so furious, he couldn't lose trail of the scent, her scent.
"Damm it Shilla answer me…. respond back to me." no answer came. The feeling of loss, another new emotion smashed him and he stopped on his tracks, so confused.
His heart was literary assailed by pain, her pain. Her body brutalized in lots of ways physically and emotionally, the physical he could care the least about, the emotional however he couldn't bare.
"….I order you as your lord, shilla. Listen to me, you have to wake up, I need you to connect with me….." he said, digging the wet tropical earth with his claws, hoping to create another medium.
He felt her stare feebly in his mind and he held on to it… "Yes Shilla, hold on me, I am coming…"
His touch was like the brush of the wind, subtle but warm enough to keep her in some kind of swoon where nothing lives except the two of them.
He is coming, to get her….
"It's a trap my lord, don't come… they are using me as bait…". "don't talk anymore Shilla.
Reserve your energy for our escape…." He was soothing her with his voice, gentle in his telepathic touch.
This side to him was new to her… the man is a maze. His strength and resolve and calmness under the circumstances, dare her to hope with the last thread of consciousness.