Keith’s POV
“She’s dead?” I choked out, nearly fainting from the news.
Angela nodded solemnly.
“No, she can’t be! Are you sure?” I denied to accept it. Amy would never, could never die. She was too strong and fierce and defiant for her own good.
“I was there when she died. She died an honorable death.” Angela closed her eyes, the memory still fresh in her mind.
“We have to do something. There has to be another way.” I begged him. Amy was my best friend, and I promised her I would always be with her. Through our old age and other complicated stuff, we were suppose to be at each other’s side forever.
But she left me.
“She’s gone, Keith. There’s nothing anyone can do.” Her voice was sharp.
“What’ll happen to Alpha Brandon?” I asked quietly and she tensed.
“Amy rejected him.”
“But he marked her.”
“She said the vow, they’ll never be mates again.”
The vow, of course. If one wolf said the vow, they could never be mates again.
But it didn’t matter anyways, because she was dead.
“That’s terrible.” I looked down at the floor. Angela sighed and put a hand on my shoulder, trying her best to comfort me. I always thought she was cold and unfeeling, but she’s really warmed up since she met Jason.
“How did Brandon look?” I asked, clearing my throat.
“Like his heart was ripped out. His eyes went cold, and when he gave commands, he was insanely angry. Revenge was consuming his mind.” Angela looked at me through the curtain of her white hair. “I know how you want to do something but-”
“Just stop talking.” I interrupted, not wanting to hear it.
Everything about Amy pained me.
Not only did I find out that she was my half-sister, but she died before I could really register anything. Before we could be a family.
My family was all dead. My parents died young and my brother died. Amy was my family before I found out that we were related.
And now I was alone.
But the worst thing was, it was my fault she had died.
“It’s my fault she died. If only I hadn’t let her out, she would’ve stayed out of it.” I know it’s what most people say when someone close they know dies, but this was really my fault. Mine and mine alone.3
“Keith, there’s-” Angela tried to give me a small hug but I stepped away.
“I know it’s my fault. Don’t tell me I’m wrong.” I couldn’t deny the truth anymore.
“Fine. You’re right,” She said bluntly, “You let her go, but it was your decision. How could you know she would die? All she wanted was to talk to Alpha Brandon.”
I sat on my bed, absorbing everything. God, this week has been a mess.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. I took a deep breath, feeling a pain in my heart. After a while, I opened my eyes and found that Angela was still standing there.
For a second, I thought she was Amy. She had fair hair and a small build like her, but it wasn’t her.
And that hurt the most. I was never going to see her again-
Suddenly, I thought of something and stood.
“I want to see her.”
*****
“Right this way.” Taylor, our pack healer, led me to Amy’s body.
Angela followed behind, probably feeling responsible to look after me. She was the Alpha’s brother’s mate after all. I didn’t really know anything else about her, other than that she came from a pack from the west.
Amy’s body was lying on a gold table, in the same clothes as when I last saw her. She had a white veil hiding her face.
My eyes snagged on a nasty red gash on her stomach. Even though she died a few hours ago, she still looked the same. As if she were sleeping and waiting for her Prince to kiss her.
Her skin was still golden and her hair was still shiny. Except her skin lost its pink hue and she was cold to the touch.
But she looked alive, like she was going to wake up any second now and punch my shoulder or something stupid. I finally realized that was impossible.
I looked away, not able to look at her any longer. God, it hurt so much.
I banged the table, making them flinch.
“There has to be something. You guys are wolves!” I cried. Wolves healed ridiculously fast, so why didn’t Amy heal?
“She’s dead, you can’t bring back the dead.” Angela snapped.
It was this rivalry. If only it didn’t exist, so many more wolves would be alive today. Including my brother.
“There is. . . another thing I could do.” Taylor whispered and Angela and I whipped our heads to look at her. I quickly grabbed her shoulders, tightening my grip.
“What is it?” I demanded. I shook her and she inhaled sharply.
“As you both know, Amy’s abdomen was pierced with a blade. As a normal wolf, no one can survive that. . . Except she is a Luna.”
“So?” Angela asked impatiently.
“The reason Luna Amy died was because she had lost too much blood. But, hypothetically, and I know this will sound crazy, but we could bring her back if we had more blood.”
“I don’t understand.” I stuttered. Was she seriously saying what I thought she was saying?
“She needs blood.” Taylor announced clearly.
“Her heart stopped.” Angela objected.
“I’ve only ever seen this done once. I just need to call up a friend.” She made it sound so simple, like pressing a button.
I just stood there, gaping.
“Give me the name and I’ll do it right now.” Angela commanded. Taylor rushed to her office and returned with a sticky note.
“He said it can only be done within two hours.”
It’s been an hour and thirty minutes.
Angela sprinted out of the room, frantic to get to this mystery guy who can do the impossible.
“You realize that you want to revive her from the dead, right?” I spoke up.
“It’s worth a try.” She started getting her medical supplies ready. “All we need is blood. Which is easier said than done.”
“But-” I cut myself off. Of course we had no chance, but was it really so bad to try? Amy could still be saved.
I didn’t know the science of it but I didn’t really want to know.
“What was her blood type?” I asked, going along with it. I couldn’t deny to myself that I wouldn’t try everything to see her smile again.
“Rh negative.”
“Is that even a blood type?” I frowned. Taylor took the veil off Amy’s face and I looked down.
“Yes. It’s just very, very rare.”
“Where are we gonna find it?” I asked curiously, wanting to help in some way.
“Does she have any relatives?”
“No, they’re all-”
Wait.
I’m related to her.
“I’m her half-brother. Would I have the same blood type as her?” I said urgently and she widened her eyes.
“Would you be willing to do a blood test?”
“Of course. And if it’s the same?”
“You would be donating a huge portion of your blood. It’s possible you could die.” Taylor said with concern.
I looked at her face for the first time since I’ve been here. I imagined her smiling up at me and joking about how much it sucked being dead.
If it meant denying my own life, I would save her. She deserved a happy life.
I would get to see my family again.
I rolled my sleeve up, offering my blood and my life.
“Sign me up.”