Chapter 192

Lewis POV

A jolt shot through my entire body as I held my girl. Her skin created the small sparks that we had both become accustomed to, only in that moment, as my teeth sunk further into her flesh they became stronger and even more euphoric. 

I obviously couldn't bask in it the way most lycans could, Dylan smiled ever so slightly as I held her closer and tighter to my body. A strangled noise came out of her lips, but the small smile on her lips told me that she was attempting to talk, and that she wasn't hurting any more than she was previously.

My mark didn't affect her negatively. 

"Shh, you're alright, you're going to be just fine." She wasn't, I think even she knew she wasn't ok, but still all my hope went to the moon goddess. "Oh Goddess... please no... Dylan stay with me ok, help is coming." Dylan's body was getting weaker and weaker as we lay there. Her breath stilled and her blood loss was far too great. 

"Holy shit!" I heard the voice of Oliver from behind me and looked to see him hobbling over to the three of us as naked as I was, and almost just as bloody. However he wasn't nearly as injured as me. His sight was firmly on the Josh's body, who lay, nearly headless, next to where I held my mate. The kings neck had a gash the size of Niagara Falls, and even still, his blood poured out of it, creating an extremely large puddle on the grass under his corpse. 

"Help me... please. I... I can't lose her. Oliver... HELP ME!" He looked at the girl lying in my arms lifeless and frowned in sympathy. My mate, my beautiful chosen mate was gone. 

"Lewis, she's already..." I shook my head, allowing tears to freely fall down my face as I rocked her in my own bruised and beaten body. She wasn't dead, she couldn't be. 

"No... she's not, she's not..." I dropped her to the floor again and continued to pump her chest with my hands. It was no use, she needed Vee. "Help me... Please..." 

I was desperate. 

"Lewis, you need help too, ok. You're..." 

I cut him off and scooped up the girl in my arms, fighting back a scream at my broken bones scraping together due to the movements. My right eye becoming more and more blurry the longer my blood dripped into it. 

"I'm taking her to Vee!" I stated, forcing myself to walk with her nestled lifeless in my arms. 

"Lewis..." Oliver took one look at me and sighed, there was no way I was going to acknowledge Dylan's death until she had been seen to by the doctors. So My old friend nodded his head in defeat, knowing that there was no way I was going to be persuaded. "Ok... I'll run ahead to warn her!" 

The moon was now slowly beginning to sink once more signaling the start of the early morning, as I trudged across the battle field. 

Wolves and humans alike all sobbed over dead body's while a few others had began to collect the injured and started to escort them to the medical area we had created. 

'Save her... please save her.' I prayed to the goddess Luna over and over again silently in my mind as I fought my own agony. How could the moon goddess let her die like this? After everything Dylan had tried to do to bring peace to everyone.

The walk seemed endless, my hobbles were becoming smaller and slower as my own injuries began to catch up to me. 

I had chunks of flesh taken from me by Josh, and my face was becoming more and more swollen. Vision in my left eye was now nonexistent, I wasn't sure if it was from the trauma my face had taken or if it was from the amount of blood that had pooled inside it, but it didn't matter to me. My only thought was getting Dylan some help.

I knew it was useless, I knew that her body was too damaged for anyone to do anything for her, we all at least had to try, right? I mean, she had given everything to the rebellion, she had given everything to her fight for equality. Even before she had met the king. 

I fell only once, landing on my knees hard and dropping my beautiful lifeless mate as gently as I could while biting back a scream of pain. I would never be able to make it to the medical unit in the shape I was in. I frowned, forcing my body to stand again and scooped Dylan back into my arms, finally allowing my tears to stream down my face as her body slowly began to cool in my grasp. 

It wasn't long before Oliver was spotted, running like a maniac towards me and my girl with a gurney, a nurse and bloody Ryan Clarke in tow. I let out an instant sigh of relief when they got close enough for me to lay her down. 

"Good God!" We're the only two words uttered. Dylan's friend was in complete and utter dismay at the state of Dylan. She wasn't in a condition for any close friend to see. 

"Help... her..." I was able to muster up enough energy before falling forward myself from exhaustion. I didn't blackout, but my eyes closed for a split second before I realized that my body was out of my control. 

"Myla Bring that chair over... NOW!" Ryan Clarke yelled at the nurse, who instantly scurried over with a wheelchair while Dylan was already being hastily wheeled in on her gurney by Oliver. "Here." I Grunted when Clarkes calloused hand gripped my waist and hurled me up with all the strength he possessed, he plopped me down on the wheelchair and nodded his head to the girl who ran after my mate and friend in order to help them. "You look like hell!" Was his only response as he began to hastily wheel me into the safe haven behind my girl. 

I could feel his concern for Dylan emitting from his now shaking body, his sight was firmly planted in the exact same spot as mine, the speeding gurney which we had somehow managed to catch up with. The first person to greet us was Trina, Gilliards mate. 

Her tear stained face turned to us and her blatant sorrow was replaced by utter shock as she allowed her eyes to settle on that of Dylan. 

"Oh my Goddess!" She too exclaimed her horror at the sight of our queen. I admit to her truly being quite a grotesque sight, however even in death she radiated beauty to me. "VEE?! Get the defibrillator on..." I had no idea why she looked so distraught before hand but in that moment, I just didn't care. "NOW!" 

Dylan was wheeled into the large medical tent, and as soon as she entered all the chatter stopped instantly, people seemed to simply stare at her state with nothing but shock on their faces. 

"Get me some epinephrine?!" Dr Bennet yelled as he all but ran over to my mate, however upon seeing her lying so lifeless his face dropped drastically. Dr Saki quickly came to his side with a large injection however, too stopped and stared. 

Her wounds had ceased bleeding, due to the failure of her heart. Her practically severed arm had been the first body part to turn a strange blue, and her lips had just started to transform the same color. 

"How long has her grace been... like this?!" Dr Sakis face said it all, however couldn't bare to say the word dead. 

"Over 20 minutes." Oliver answered as the entire room went silent, we all knew what that meant. 

"No..." I refused to accept it. I refused to acknowledge the obvious issue. "No... Do something!" My head darted from one tear filled face to another and my eyebrows scrunched in desperation. I forced my body out of the wheel chair and over to Dylan, my hands pressed on her chest firmly... again and again and again pumping absolutely nothing, however attempting to all the same. "The paddle things, go get them for me..." No one moved. "Vee... Trina... Ryan…” No one responded. 

"Lewis... there's nothing we can do... clinically shes..." Dr Saki placed a hand on my shoulder while trying to stall my movement's, but it was no use. I had entered a state of irrational thinking.

"She's not... she's not. She can't be." I felt like gravity had suddenly stopped being kind to me, as my shaking legs gave in, and I went crashing to the floor beside my mates bed. The doctors were right... Dylan was dead, she'd been dead for far too long, and there was no coming back from that. 

My eyes streamed, my mouth released sob after sob, my hands shook and my hope dwindled by the seconds. She was gone. 

My outward grief lasted over an hour, and I threatened anyone that dared to attempt to move Dylan. 

In the end everyone disbanded in order to actually help the people that were able to receive it, only Trina, and Ryan stayed. Watching to make sure I didn't do anything harmful to myself. 

"Luna?" A quiet Dr Bennet made himself known to the two of us, and Trina snapped to him as fast as lightening. "Alpha Gilliard has woken up." Gill? 

My own distraught features turned to Trina who looked exhausted, I had been too consumed by my own grief that I never thought to ask her why she was crying in the first place. I had been selfish. 

"He's awake?!" She exclaimed, running to one of the RVs outside the medical tent without so much as a single glance back. 

"Gilliard is here?" My voice was rough, taking on a croaky sound after breaking down the way I did. 

"You have already begun the healing process Lewis, your bones won't fuse the right way unless we align them correctly." I sighed, but nodded my head feebly. He was right, I was being really stupid. “Gilliard sustained some serious injuries.” 

“But he’s alive?!” The doctor nodded his head. 

“He’s alive, however, he has been paralyzed from the waist down.” Goddess, that means he may never be able to shift again. “Now… Please, let me take a look at your own injuries!” 

I agreed reluctantly, and released Dylan’s cold hand before Taking a seat on the bed next to hers, tears still flowing down my cheeks. Dylan would kill me if she knew I was neglecting myself. Dr Bennet drew a curtain to stop me from being distracted by my mates corpse, and Ryan made his way outside to grieve himself. 

My eyes were cleaned out, and my face was treated for all the cuts and bruises. Unfortunately my left eye was too damaged to ever be able to see out of it again. My leg was set correctly after an X-ray showed multiple fractures, my ribs were already beginning to heal themselves after several breaks, my jaw was broken but would heal naturally, and my shoulder was popped back into place after a dislocation was revealed. Over all, I think I was extremely lucky. 

My leg was in the middle of being placed in plaster for the next few days, when the sound of dripping met both mine and the doctors ears. It went on for several minutes while my cast was being finished. 

“What is that?” I asked looking around the tent wondering what was making the small sound. 

When a stream of blood began to flow from under the privacy curtain… 

A loud gasp sounded out from behind it and I shot up, pulling the curtain back only to see Dylan’s eyes wide as she panted, before flopping unconscious, blood pouring out of her arm once again.

“Dylan!?”