CHAPTER 99 He Is Dead

　　Evelyn's POV

　　I was breathing really fast, so fast that I was almost losing control of myself. I could barely even control it.

　　My chest was rising and falling very quickly and my entire body was aching.

　　My hair was a tangled mess, damp with sweat. My clothes stuck to me, torn and dirty, my limbs screaming from exhaustion. But none of that mattered.

　　Not when Nathan was lying there, bleeding and unconscious.

　　Not when these men—these werewolves—were holding me down.

　　"Let me go! Let me go!" I screamed, thrashing against their grip.

　　But there were too many.

　　Their strength far outweighed mine, especially now, when I had already drained so much energy.

　　My arms ached where they held me, my muscles burning as I fought, but I couldn't stop.

　　Nathan.

　　He was on the ground, his body too still, his face was pale. Blood covered him, staining his clothes.

　　"Nathan!" I sobbed, praying—begging—that he would hear me, that he would move.