Lennox's POV
"No!" I growled, my voice breaking, pain pouring out from my chest. My wolf's cry mixed with mine, echoing through the trees in pure agony.
I dropped to my knees and pulled her headless body into my arms. Blood was still dripping from her neck, soaking into the earth beneath us—but I didn't care. I held her tightly, rocking back and forth, refusing to let go.
"This can't be real…" I whispered. "It's a dream… just a nightmare. I'll wake up. I have to wake up."
But her scent filled my nose.
It was her.
Olivia.
That soft, warm scent of nutmeg mixed with honey I knew better than my own. It clung to her dress, to her skin… even now.
I looked down at the body again, and my eyes moved to the head lying next to it.
My chest squeezed painfully.
It was her face.
Olivia's face.
Peaceful, eyes closed like she was sleeping. Her lips slightly parted.
I knew that face. I had kissed that face. I had watched her smile, cry, scream…
