Forty nine

DAWN POV.

I'd welcome the cold feeling of both pain and pleasure as he gulped down my blood, and every euphoric feeling he felt overwhelmed me until it felt as if my heart was going to stop and for a second it did, or maybe it was more because I found myself floating through an endless space

I saw and heard nothing. There was only thick darkness, and I felt cold, too cold.

Voices seemed to reach me from a faraway place. I could tell that a war raged on and that the room was filled with supernatural beings trying to kill each other, but the pain of a particular person seemed to rend through my heart each time his voice reached my ear. My Mate. Seth.

"You do not get to touch her" he roared, and I could feel him punching the various beings in the room as they rushed at him.