Theo’s POV
I couldn’t believe it she was gone, dead. Tobias looked as broken as I felt. Imogen laying in his arms drenched in blood. I pulled her shirt down, not being able to stare at her belly torn open. The damage to her body was haunting. seeing made me remember her pain and fear. I was sure it was going to haunt me forever, feeling how much she wanted us and how helpless she felt in that moment. Could literally feel her begging with everything she had for us to get to her. We failed her and that I know would drive me insane with guilt.
“Take her, we need to leave,” Tobias said almost angrily. I know he was hurting, but I hated the way he said it. Dumping her in my arms and tearing his eyes away from her. I started walking toward the path we came up, his voice echoing through the wind over to me.
“What are you doing Theo, we need to find our child” he growled harshly.
“I’m not leaving her here,” I spat back at him clutching her to me refusing to let go. I can’t leave her. I can’t leave her here alone in the cold.
“We don’t even know who took the baby. That’s our priority now we can come back for her, we don’t even know how far who ever took the baby is. You carrying her will slow us down,” he growled, stepping toward me. He went to take her and I shoved him away, growling at him threateningly.
“Fine, I will go by myself then.” I watched as he shifted, taking the form of his beast. He shook out his fur turning away from me and heading back up towards the house obviously looking for any scent. I continued to walk down the path. The storm was still raging around us, yet I didn’t feel its rage. I couldn’t feel anything I was numb. Completely empty, dead inside. I kept walking, pulling Imogen closer, trying to shield her from the storm. It made me feel warmer having her in my arms. I had been walking for around five minutes when I noticed a gold light coming from somewhere. I looked around but couldn’t see anything that would cause the light that was on the ground in front of me. Adjusting Imogen, I noticed the glowing gold light was coming from her wrist. I picked up her limp hand and realised the light was coming from the strange bracelet that sat on her small wrist. I ran my fingers over the pendant that was glowing, I recognised the intricate pattern woven around it. But couldn’t remember where I had seen it before.
I inspected the bracelet closely before I heard her gasp before jumping forward, coughing like she had been under water and was taking a breath after holding her breath for a long time. Her eyes opening to a magnificent gold colour the same as her bracelet, glowing before she looked at me.
“Imogen” I gasped, clutching her tighter. She was rigid in my arms, stiff like a board. She looked around confused before looking at me, her hands going to my face as if to see if I was real. Before her hands clutched onto her belly, her hands clawing at her shirt as she pulled it up. She suddenly started thrashing in my arms, screaming, forcing me to drop her. She landed on the ground with a thud but sprang to her feet faster than I could imagine.
“Where is he?” she said, looking around frantically.
“Tobias?” I asked. Her eyes darting to mine. I took a step back from her, her eyes were blazing with something I couldn’t decipher. I had never seen eyes like hers before, never seen that expression on her face. I knew every one of her expressions, made mental notes of all of them. Yet this look I had never seen before.
“My baby where is he Theo?” I shook my head, not knowing how to answer when I didn’t know. She suddenly took off up the path back towards the cottage. She ran so fast I couldn’t keep up with her. I made it back to the house to see her barge through the door. I heard Tobias barrelling up behind me, before digging his claws into the earth and sliding into me.
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