Leondre's POV

I nestled her in my arms and begged her to wake up but her eyes were still closed.

She was still breathing so that comforted me, I kissed her face over and over. Her once

beautiful dress was torn and drenched in her blood, and her forehead was streaming blood.

As paramedics and firefighters reached the scene, it was worse. I looked around the people,

my people, they were bleeding and others died. I was angry and growling.

Someone was tapping my shoulder with urgency and I turned, ...