Chapter 68 He's Still Alive

• Isabella
• The sounds of owls hooting and insects chirping were all around in the night air, and the moon shone in its full glory. There was a shivering coldness in the air, which sent a jolt down my spine. I felt my heart double beat.
• I glanced back and noticed that the rogues were still fighting my friends and we were outnumbered, a series of howls went off around me. I felt my pulse plummeting, my heart striking so fast that it caused me to breathe heavily. I shut my eyes to halt the tears, wanting freedom. A new wave of immense pain crushed my insides, forcing me to release a groan. Even with the canopy trees that had impeded the moon’s light from penetrating the woods. I could see perfectly in the night with my rare silver eyes. I scanned around, watching expressionlessly as my friends darted between the rogues, tearing them apart without any remorse. I knew the only way to stop the fight was if they realized that their leader was dead. I moved back to the lifeless body of Nicolas Cross. I crouched down and my gaze examined his body coldly with disdain. I shut my eyes, balling my fists at the pain eating through the depths of my soul, reminding me that this bloody bastard had murdered my mates. I felt a grueling gruesome sensation steer up in my bones. Without wasting time I used my claws to detach his head from his body.