ADDAMS

I knew it was the end, I knew I had been defeated. I had struggled with even my soul though I understood at this moment not to confuse courage and strength. They were two subjects distinct.

I looked at him coming, inching toward me, I knew the instant of my life was getting shorter after every step he made.

I tried fruitlessly to gather the strength necessary for a repost. I was petrified with fatigue.

I had never fought like that before, this man was awful.
He inched breathing with difficulty, his blood oozing.

Though he had enough strength to defeat me, I had already lost too much blood.
I would be defeated by my dad, it was too odd, and it was a shame.
It wasn't what I always wished for our family.

I had no more hope, no more control over my body. I had already surrendered to life until I heard a yell succeeded by a gunshot.

My eyes were wide open, I had recognized the voice, it was Whitney's.

My heart burst with fear when I saw her coming out from the dark.

During how many times was she peering at us?
What was she doing here?

I was alarmed, I rushed myself directly to her with an unexplainable strength, I couldn't tell where I had gathered this, I crossed Armand who was whirling with anger to see who had shot at him.

"What are you doing here?" I asked my heart shaking with fear.

It was too risky for her here and she knew it, but she was too stubborn to understand and stayed away from this.

How did she manage to come here without somebody noticing her arrival?

The moment wasn't ideal for all this hypothesis I was trying to explain. He was inching toward us, the Alpha, it seemed the four bullets she had thrown at him didn't have an impact.

Hell. I was shifting into my human shape, I had no more strength. I had lost too much blood, impossible to continue the fight.

I sobbed as I felt my strength leaving me, I couldn't protect her. Why had she decided to come here?

I was laid on her, looking at Armand coming closer. It was the end for us. However, it was the scenario I always wanted for my death.

Died in her arms, feeling the warmth of her touches.
She was caressing my jaw, and I felt her tears falling down my cheeks, she was crying, and she also knew it was the end.

"Why you didn't tell me you were the daughter of Parker?"

"Why did you make me fall for you? I loved you but now you'll pay for your betrayal" Armand asked sternly, the rage he felt could be read through the way he breathed.

She didn't respond nor lifted her glance to look at him, she moved the strand from her face and pressed her soft kiss on my lips, her tears continuing to fall.

I kissed her back, it was the last memory I would take with me, and I could say it was the more beautiful one.

"You'll, you. you'll pay for it" His voice stuttered and he fell just an inch apart from us.

I couldn't believe it.

"Baby" Whitney yelled her eyes opened.

We looked at him, shifting in his human form.

Whitney cried, this time a sob filled with extreme joy, none of us had expected it, the bullet she shot at him had been the quietus.

She cried, unable to find the right word to say, she just kissed me.

I was losing consciousness, I was dying though, in peace knowing she was alright, knowing she would continue her life most peacefully.

I could no more hear what she was mumbling, I just looked at her with a smirk everything was settled.

It seemed she was shouting, claiming for help, I wasn't getting what was happening.

My eyes lifted to the sky, I saw a helicopter trying to land. It was the last thing I had seen.

Was it a slumber or was I died, I didn't know, what I knew was that I felt alleviated.

My Luna was safe, I could leave peacefully.
What could happen at that moment to my corpse didn't matter. The only thing which pained me was the grief she would live without me. I knew she wouldn't handle it with much ease.

But she would heal from it.

"How much time will he spend in this state of coma" I could hear a mumble coming from Whitney though everything I could see was just darkness.

My eyes were always closed.

With who was she talking?

I tried to open my eyes fruitlessly, however, I didn't give up, I began again and again until I perceived a glimpse of light.

"He is opening his eyes" a female voice sounded yet it wasn't Whitney's one. Where was I?

"Doctor..!" This time, Whitney yelled.

At this word, I understood I was in the hospital.
It meant I was always alive.

How, after everything I had endured, after all this blood I had lost.

I heard Whitney crying on me, caressing my strands.
Calling the doctor again.

What happened to Armand, was he die? I needed an explanation, though I couldn't utter any word. I felt like I had lost this strength.

"It is a miracle to see him give any signal now. It is just amazing." I heard the Doctor utter.

I gather the strength to sit on the bed, even though the doctor tried to retain me.
I remove the mask of oxygen on my face, looking at Whitney who was peering at me always with tears down her cheeks.

She rushed to me, put the doctor aside, and hug me.

"He needs a rest, he isn't yet totally restore" the doctor warned.

With a glance at him, Whitney said back "He will be okay" and she kissed me. That was what I needed to be alright, I smirked.

"It had been already a week now since you fall into a trance"

"Don't ever give me this kind of fright" She said.

I was alive now because of my wolf and all the abilities it gave me. The doctor couldn't understand this quick restoration.

"I love you" I succeeded to utter this, with a kiss on her lips.
She hugged me and asked me to rest for a while, she would continue to take care of me at home.

"I had a surprise" Those were the last words before she left me in the room.

At her facial expression, I understood, there was nothing to fear again. Everything had been settling.
I knew nothing would ever separate us again.