Mirabella sobbed louder, shaking violently as she touched Hunter’s face with her bloody hand.

His skin felt cold.

Her hands trembled uncontrollably as she pressed them back on the wounds to stop the bleeding. He wasn't moving and this was torturing her mind.

“Hunter… pleas… don’t leave me…” she cried

His chest rose in a small, weak movement.

And then… It stilled.

Mirabella screamed his name.

“Hunter!”

Victor pulled out his knife and tore open Hunter’s shirt, ...