CHAPTER 49

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.