Astrid Pov
How...
How can he be so inhuman?
I dare to look up further, and my heart stops beating in my chest.
There were five figures.
And a voice begging him.
"No, please! Don't! I beg you! Leave him... Please!"
I could recognize that voice from anywhere. After all, it was the first voice I heard when I came into this world.
"Momma," the words slip from my lips, and my grip on Dom falters.
Next thing I know, I topple over from his wolf frame and fall to the ground with a thud.
My side burns, but it is the least of my concern. I press my palms on the ground, only to feel them soiled and drenched. I expected it to be water or mud, but my insides scream when I realize it is blood.
Fresh blood.
Coating my fingers.
Pooling from a dead body lying beside me.
The face is unrecognizable.
People react to fear differently.