CHAPTER 168 A DIRGE FOR THE CURSED

Minerva From afar, I could see Dominic lying with his back on the bare floor, a tree log supporting his head. Meredith was standing a few metres away, supporting him. He doesn't look well but at least he was alive. "Dominic!" I shouted at the top of my voice. I dodged some tree branches while sprinting in his direction. The Faerie also joined me. I sensed that I had already spotted the person we were searching for. "Your true love, mate?" The Faerie asked behind me. But before, I could not answer. My werewolf speed was activated at that moment, and I hugged Dominic the next. "What the hell?" Meredith's eyes bulged upon seeing me. Her eyes were red. Evidence that she's been crying. "Dominic.". His eyes were open, yet he remained motionless. They had an unusual colour. His paperweight body weighed as though he had been deboned. "Shit!" Can you hear me, Dominic?." My hands trembled. I wiped them over his bald head, using my thumb to pry his eye open to make sure he was still alive.