He ran.
He ran as fast as he could and prayed to the Moon Goddess that he'd make it to her in time.
Romeo fought against the rebel wolves, blocking them with his warriors as they tried to get to Helena. He thought they'd gotten rid of the threat, only for him to turn and find the fallen Alpha's beta stabbing Helena in the back.
Helena had killed the man.
She'd done it in such a single swift action that Romeo stood in awe of the woman he loved.
He gave a silent prayer to the Moon Goddess that she would protect Helena before charging to join her.
It was a knife wound. He knew Helena could handle the injury. Her body should be able to heal itself fast enough, but for some reason, he watched as she paled.
"Romeo," he heard her gasp in a small voice.
He caught her as she fell atoward the ground. He held her to his chest and shook her.
"Helena, baby," he called out, hoping she'd open her eyes.
He could hear her heart beating, but it was faint.
