CHAPTER 85 They Will Never Touch You

　　Ella's POV

　　The voice was horrible. A raspy and thick sound struggling to get out. With each short and rapid breath, the gurgling sound got worse, like she was drowning from inside.

　　"Yes, I promise,"

　　My consciousness burned in my mind with the relief I felt when her hand let go. The thick and wet substances still trickled over my skin. My throat felt raw, like open wounds, as I drew sharp and short breaths. My heart rate picked up, I knew something was about to happen, something would be said, and the anticipation and sorrow in the air around Hannah's dying body were unbearable.

　　With much effort, she, or her wolf, managed to draw in a deep breath. I could see how muscles and veins contracted around her neck and chest as she struggled to fill her lungs with oxygen.