N I C O L E  S T O R M

“They’re dead,” I said softly, horror crept up my throat. I opened my mouth, but nothing seemed to come out. I stared unbelievingly at the two unmoving bodies, Aaemi collapsed on her boyfriend as if in embrace. Her head was pressed in the crook of Jungkook’s neck, her hand fit into his on the other side of his body. They looked as if they were asleep, wrapped up in each others arms.

Except they weren’t breathing.

“Aaemi!” The beautiful dark haired girl, the one who had taken Cade out, dropped to her knees beside Aaemi and grasped her shoulder, “Holy - No way.” Her hair brushed in front of her face, hiding her face.

I stumbled backwards. This was my fault.

Mark joined the girl beside Aaemi, tears were already snaking their way down his unreadable face. The few fighters from Aaemi’s pack surrounded her fallen body, howls already rang around the empty forest in mourning My fighters held back in ranks, r