I looked at him in shock. His arm shot out and I looked down to see a knife sticking out of my stomach. I looked up at him and then staggered back. He pulled it out of my stomach, not bothering to be clean about it. He then raised the knife again this time towards my neck. I put up my hands, a last move to protect myself. Instead of hitting my neck, he hit my hands, mangling them. Blood ran down my arms as he repeatily stabbed me. The last thing I heard before darkness claimed me was a roar of anger, and pain no one should ever have to endure. I tried to confort him but blood was clogging my throat, preventing me from speaking. Blood erupted from my mouth and ran down my face while blood ran down my body from the stab wounds. Then darkness.
The Werepanther I Call Mine
By myAngel
A were-liger almost dies when she meets her mate, a were-panther which is actually half tiger. He saves her... More