×Caleb×

Beautiful.

That was one word to describe her.

Her lips, her skin, her long brown locks.

All breathtaking.

I've caught a glimpse of how much beauty my little mate contains.

How much love I have for her.

How much I adore her.

It's all to much.

Tubes.

I followed the line of tubes that went into her fragile body.

The way the monitor barely beeped, signally her fatal heart beats.

I was scared, horrified.

My mate was in a coma.
Barely breathing.
Not moving.

There was no flutter of her eyelids, no sigh in content.

I wanted to comfort her, hold her delicate hand.

All wishes that have yet to come true.

If I concentrated hard enough I could feel the sliver of pain seep through my bones, that's what she feels.

She's in agony, complete and utter torment.

The way we found her, tied to a filthy chair.

She looked dead.

I thought she was dead.

But somehow, the moon goddess is giving her a chance.

She's preparing me for the best thing that will ever happen to me.

And something tells me that I'll need to be prepared.