I thought I would never see his face again, but here he is. On a table in the middle of the living room. With shaky legs, Soul and Noah helps me to stand up. Soul holds my arms gently as I walk near the body of my mate. I look down at his face. They had wrapped a bandage over his forehead so than you couldn't see the bullet hole. I felt like I couldn't even breath at this moment. It's so surreal. He's just laying there with his eyes closed as if he was sleeping. A part of me is waiting for him to open his bright eyes and...