Abigail's POV

　　"No deal," I hissed to the two testosterone-fuelled men currently measuring their dicks in my living room. "You're being ridiculous! Every minute you two bicker about me is another second your friend here gets closer to..."

　　"Death," Damien added when I couldn't finish the sentence, making me nod, closing my eyes.

　　"Yes I added quietly, not wanting to be harsh with Jason and Archer, but it was about time they took responsibility for this shit and stepped up. 

　　"Come on, Fuck Damien-" Sighing, I open my eyes slowly, focusing on Jason, ignoring the anger that seemed to be coming from Damien in waves.

　　"I'm game if you are red!" Damien chirped up, making me grit my teeth, eyeballing him furiously.

　　"Read. The. Damn. Room." I snapped angrily.

　　"I am; he is dead or at least close to it; I say let him go out with dignity and stop blubbering over him." Damien declared his tone harsher than I think he meant it to be.

　　"Damien, can you at least try to show some remorse? We are in this predicament because you took things too far!" I announced, infuriated. Never had anyone driven me as crazy as this man did! I knew I should be beyond disgusted with him for the threats, the violence and the potential murder, but the fact he did all of this just because he was trying to protect me somehow appealed to me. 

　　Perhaps the darkness was right! Maybe I was more evil than light! Because only a psychopath would find a man capable of cold-blooded murder attractive! Right?

　　Nodding to Archer as he moved to bend down by his friend's head, my eyes met his sombre green hues, and I knew Jason had somehow retrieved control from his wolf. He seemed utterly wrecked with guilt and devastating anguish. I could see the tears threatening to fall from his eyes like rain; my heart shattered for him.

　　"Tommy, I... I am sorry!" Jason started to say, his tone laced with heartache. Taking Jason's hand, I smiled empathetically. I knew without looking, the yawn coming from behind me would be followed by a snarky comment, so I filled the silence before he had the chance.

　　"His name is Tommy? He is your friend?" I asked warmly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

　　"Yeah, he has always been there for me! Always! I should have listened to him and stayed with the pack." Jason's regret was evident in his slumped shoulders and downcast face. "I can't do it without him! I can't! Come on, mate; you can fight this!"

　　"Can you return his wolf?" Turning to look at Damien, I pleaded with him with my eyes.

　　"His wolf is still there; it's just taking a snooze... apparently a permanent one if he kicks the bucket." He added with a shrug shaking his head. Looking back at Jason, I wanted to help, try and fix this mess; I felt responsible! I know I didn't deliver the fatal blow, but it was because of me they were here; it was because of me that Damien reacted! All of this was because of me!

　　Lifting the torn piece of fabric up, I looked at Tommy's wound; seeing the bleeding had slowed, I knew Tommy didn't have long. Minutes if that. Feeling overwhelmed with despair, I leaned my head down on his chest, his blood coating my cheeks further; I tried the only thing I had left in my arsenal to try! I had no idea if it would work- but I had nothing to lose.

　　Closing my eyes, I said a silent prayer not to God but to the angels I had once lived amongst in heaven, hoping they would remember all I had done for them.

　　"Angels, I know you can hear me; I know I have no right to ask this of you! But please- save this man! He is a good man! I need him! Please! I promise I will owe you a great debt!" Hearing nothing on the other side of my prayer, I sobbed silently; hot tears trickled down my cheeks, tasting the saltiness of them on my lips. How could I be an angel and not help this man?

　　"PLEASE, I promise! I will come when you call!" I begged wholeheartedly. Feeling a warmth wash over my body divinity spreading through me from my core, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. A blinding light radiated from me.

　　"Thank you, angels!" I prayed as a light of gold and white escaped through my hands, bathing Tommy and I in rays of pure angelic power.

　　"We will hold you to that promise Abigail." An ominous voice poured out from the light. Looking up through my long lashes at Jason, the look of surprise and hope plastered on his handsome face made my heart skip a beat. The bitterness and hostility I had seen on his face, even as he tried to hide it from me while comforting Tommy, had vanished.

　　In the distance, I heard Damien calling me; I could hear the anxiety and confusion in his voice; I desperately wanted to reassure him that I was ok! I didn't want him to react thinking Jason had caused this.

　　"I am ok! I can heal him," I breathed, letting the angelic powers I had on loan from the heavens surge through me. Closing my mind to everyone and everything, focusing on Tommy, his wound, and his shallow breathing. In my mind's eye, I imagined his skin joining back up, the wound slowly closing. The organs were repairing, tissue and muscles strengthening and snapping back in place.

　　I could feel his heart picking up its pace, his breathing returning to a steady rhythm. Opening my eyes and letting out a breathy sigh, I sat back on my heels. The light that had surrounded us ebbed away back into my hands. Panting softly, feeling dizzy and lightheaded, I steadied myself against the closest thing to me- expecting it to be a wall; instead, it was Damien's waiting hands.

　　"Red... What was that?" Damien asked apprehensively, looking between me and Jason, whose eyes were on Tommy.

　　"Is he breathing?" I asked, feeling overwhelmed by the whole ordeal.

　　"Abigail... What did you do?" Jason asked through tears. I could see Tommy's chest rising and falling steadily; instantly, I knew it had worked. Letting out a sigh of relief, exhaustion taking hold, I fell against Damien, who caught me, lifting me into his arms as if I weighed nothing. My stubborn streak wanted to protest, to tell him I could manage, that I was perfectly fine. But I knew if he put me down now, my legs would fail me.

　　"Jay?" I heard Tommy's raspy voice ask; the tears that had threatened to fall from Jason's eyes finally fell, emotion overwhelming all of us in the room - all except Damien, whose eyes had not left mine since he picked me up.

　　"Thank you Princess," Jason whispered, turning his attention to his friend to make sure he was ok. I could see Damien's jaw set in a dangerous scowl; not wanting to get into a heated debate right now, I rested my head against his chest like I had the night before. Smiling up at him tenderly, all anger at his murderous outburst gone… for now!

　　"So you went to get me breakfast, huh?" I asked with a pout, wanting to leave Tommy and Jason to talk. I pointed to the sofa, but Damien had evidently read my mind and was walking over to it with me in his arms as if I weighed no more than a feather; sitting down, he held me to him, looking me up and down.

　　"Where else would I have gone?" He asked, raising a brow at me.

　　"I don't know; I thought my snoring might have scared you off." I laughed, a little embarrassed.

　　"Nah, but the smell of dog clinging to you is a little repulsive if I am honest!" He nudged me playfully, freezing, his face darkening quickly. His eyes focused on my wrist- lifting it to show me the purple-black bruise that circled it.

　　"This wasn't here when I left you this morning!" He growled possessively, his head snapping to the men behind us. The anger pulsing off him hinted that round two was about to begin!