(Matthew's POV)
There. I said it. It's out there and now I can't take it back.
The day that my mate got shot, at that exact moment, I knew that I would follow after if she didn't make it.
The realization was so sudden that I almost balled over but her wounds had to be tended to so I pushed my fear aside.
For two days, she had laid in bed, unconscious and unresponsive. She looked so pale compared to the beautiful tan she had before.
One would have thought she was dead if not for the sound of her heartbeat feeling the room. But oh goddess, it was so faint.
I had to sneak around her mother so I could listen to her heart. It was the only thing keeping me sane.
Those two days were the worst days of my life apart from the day my father died.
The mental torture I went through was beyond what even I could imagine.