OLEANDER
My life literally flashed before my eyes.
I froze, dagger held out in front of me, staring at the creature with wide eyes.
I might have stayed that way—paralyzed—if I hadn't heard someone scream,
"Get down!"
The voice jolted me out of my trance.
Before I could move, the coyote lunged, swiping a paw toward me. I slashed blindly, desperate. A second later, something slammed into me from the side.
I was thrown several feet from the car. I hit the asphalt hard, and my head cracked against it. Pain exploded through my skull instantly. A gasp flew past my lips.
I tried to move. Tried to speak. Tried to scream. Nothing. My limbs wouldn't respond. I just lay there, breath shallow, vision blurring, ears ringing—world spinning.
"Olea!"
A voice. Distant. Panicked. Familiar. Hex?
"Olea!"
That sounded like Dante. But he'd never called me that before.
I parted my lips to respond, but nothing came. Then everything faded.
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"Forgive me, Black. I did everything I could…"
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