Chapter 8
ELODIE’S POV~
“Why the fuck haven’t you started the engine yet?!” he bellowed, his voice trembling with panic. “My mate is hurting, do you hear me?! She’s hurting and something bad might happen to her if you waste another second! Move, damn it!”
His fury rattled the air, but all I could hear was the sharp ringing in my ears, constant and merciless. My vision dimmed by the second, dark spots swallowing everything in front of me. It felt like my body wasn’t mine anymore...like piece by piece, I was slipping away. My soul was tearing loose, leaving me behind in a shell that barely breathed.
A paramedic’s voice broke through, desperate and shaking. “Please, Alpha Calhoun,” he begged respectfully, almost fearfully, “someone is dying here. Let’s get this one first, please—”
But he didn’t even get to finish.
“Shut the fuck up!” Calhoun snapped. “You will take my mate to the hospital first before whoever the hell is in that car. Do you understand me?!”
That was the last thing I heard. His words carved into me like a blade. Whoever was in that car... that “whoever”... was me.
My head dropped back against the leather seat, heavy, useless. My lashes fluttered once, twice, before everything gave out and black swallowed me whole.
What came after was nothing but nightmares. Fire coursed through my veins. My chest heaved as I choked on air that never reached my lungs. I clawed against shadows in my sleep, begging to be freed, writhing in pain as if unseen hands were burning me alive.
Then, out of nowhere, I gasped. My eyes flew open, wide, a single tear sliding down my cheek.
And there,beside me, was a figure, her shoulders shaking as she cried. My heart skipped.
“Elodie...” she whispered, broken, her face crumpling as she lifted her head.