NovelEndChapter 386 Judy's POV I shifted back into human form as I lay on the ground, staring at Sherry who remained unconscious, my heart beating rapidly in my chest. Had I killed her? I wasn't aiming for her heart, I was aiming to miss her heart, I just wanted to knock her out, to get her away fromand to stop attacking. I didn't mean to....
My thoughts were interrupted as the medics rushed pastand towards Sherry's still body. I watched as they examined her, carefully removing the knife and the arrow from her body, attempting to stop the rapid bleeding and injecting her with something, and made her release a shuddering breath. Hearing her breath made my own heartbeat again and I felt the weight of the world crashing down around me.
She was alive.
I hadn't killed her.
I was too preoccupied in my own breathing and heartbeat that I didn't hear what the doctors were saying to her. She still seemed out of it, not sure where she was, and the bleeding was constant; her wolf hadn't started to heal her yet.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs the medics moved around her, trying to get her back on her feet as quickly as possible, the crowd still remained completely quiet; I wasn't even sure if any of them were breathing.
I stared at Sherry's pale face; her lip trembling and her eyes void of emotion as she struggled to keep her breath in check.
Another medic cout with supplies; they were trying to get her strong enough to continue the fight, but she looked so broke and weak at that moment.
Just as he knelt beside her and got to work, her eyes flickered toand for a moment, I saw a hint of vulnerability and defeat in them.
I kept my eyes on her, wanting to tell her that I'm sorry for hurting her, but I couldn't because this was the competition, and I couldn't show any signs of weakness. Instead, I clutched the bow and arrow tightly, waiting for any wrong move, waiting for her to suddenly get her second wind and attack me. I wasn't going to let her catchoff guard; this could be an elaborate show.
It was this type of thinking that Gammas had... the type of thinking that madea good candidate for any gamma force... or so I've been told.
She saw the bow and arrow clutched in my grasp and a swear I saw a small smile twitching the corner of her lips.
It went away as one of the medics started to stitch up her wound, closing it and making it easier for her wolf to heal her. They were going extra hard on healing her quickly because we were down to the final two. They wanted to prolong the fight for as long as possible, even if it meant one of us dies.
My stomach lurched at the thought. My eyes flickered over to Levi who was sitting with the other Lycans, along with his Beta. They were talking amongst themselves, Levi's eyes showing indifference and no signs of sympathy. When his eyes found mine, a smile tugged at the corner of his lips, like he was tellinghe was proud ofor something.
I felt sick to my stomach and turned away from him, surprised when I saw them sitting Sherry up, her face still pale and her eyes beginning to waver.
"Are you able to continue?" One of the medics boldly said.
The nerve of that man; was he joking? She could barely sit up, let alone fight. She looked at him for a moment and then she looked back at me, her eyes narrowed. I couldn't tell what she was thinking or how she was feeling in the moment, but my heart was hammering.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEveryone in the stadium was hanging onto everything being said, listening with keen hearing and their mouths shut completely.
She looked like she wanted to say yes and continue to fight me; I could see the fight fight and detefcination etched in her eyes. But then it faded, and she looked at the ground for a moment, contemplating her choice. Then, with a final breath, she said, "I surrender."
Everyone sucked in a sharp breath at her barely audible words; my mouth nearly dropped open as I released the bow and arrow, letting them fall to the ground beside me. The medics looked at one another.
"Final say, are you sure?" One of them asked.
"Yes," she whispered. "I surrender."
They nodded as they retrieved the stretcher, lifting her up. She winced in om pain as they got her onto the m other stipe stretcher, one of her stitches popping open and more blood trickled down her side. She was certainly in no shape to continue fighting; it was a smart choice, though I knew it was killing her. She still fought bravely and there will definitely be scouts in contact with her soon.
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