Chapter 141

Macey

POV

I stared at Carter’s body for god knows how long before I came back to my senses. I glanced around the room, and it suddenly looked a lot different. It was depressing before, but now it was as cold and dead as I felt inside. My nose still hadn’t stopped bleeding, and vertigo washed over me as I stood up. I stagger, moving toward the bag Carter had brought back with him.

Undoing the zip, I rummage through it, looking for the key before remembering it was around his neck, and I glanced at his body tucked in bed as if he was sleeping.

Hesitantly, I move toward him before pulling the blanket back. My hand shakes as I reach forward, grab the chain around his neck, and yank it. The gold chain snaps, and I quickly shove the blanket back up to cover him. Tears spill over, and I wipe my eyes, trying to clear them when my vision turns red. I blink, trying to clear them and rub at them furiously, to see my hands come back bloody, making me gape at them.

I knew it would be harmful to kill a mate, yet I didn’t consider myself dying beside him. I didn’t want to die here. I wanted to see my little girl one last time, to at least tell her I love her, to see her face one last time. However, looking at my hands, I didn’t want her to remember me this way if this was going to be my future, my very short future.

I choke back a sob and undo the chain around my ankle. When a crack of thunder makes the world seem like its ending as the cabin rattles and the floor shakes with its violent tremor.