More than once Sebastian had tried to come awake but failed completely, his body no longer feeling like something that belonged to him.
When he did manage to open his eyes it was only because of the soft coaxing voice of his wife beside him, her hand moving through his hair, and when he looked at her he felt a pain in his chest that had nothing to do with the bullets, because he could see clearly from the state of her that he was going to die and she knew it too.
He would die without ever knowing what a full life with a mate he genuinely liked felt like. Every mate he had known before and every relationship he had carried had always been held together by sexual attraction and the need to let out steam during his heat cycle, nothing more than that.
But not with this one.
