TRISTAN:
“Dahlia, don’t leave me… Don’t leave me please!”
My wolves and I reached inwardly to the core of our power – our spirit stone. I felt the pain in Albus’ forehead intensify as my spirit stone took form physically, making the diamond-shaped rune in my wolf’s head apparent. This was an indication that I was using my powers to the extreme.
I was once told by my dad that the power of the sprit stone was dangerous, so I must always exercise caution. However, that does not apply at this moment. My mate was losing her life! I won’t permit it! I can’t let anyone else die because of me!
‘Tristan…’ I heard Dahlia’s voice speak inside my head.
‘Dahlia,’ I said back. I was trying to contain the relief I had felt when she uttered my name. ‘Dahlia, forgive me! Don’t die on me…’
‘Why,’ she whispered back through our mind link. ‘How could you?’