I didn't know how many bullets pierced Dex's body. Not at all. Not even the perpetrator. Who would have the heart to do that? Was it someone sent by another pack? Dex might have had problems with many people because of his notoriously bad behavior. However, they were clearly not only targeting Dex, but also me.
I was sure it when Dex turned around after being startled. He must have seen the shooter aiming at me, so he turned around to block the attack from hitting me.
I kept holding his hand while calling his name. Icy had been curled up since earlier, feeling intense pain because of Dex's condition.
No matter how bad Dexton was, I would never forget his efforts to keep me alive. Even if I didn't believe it was a form of love, at least I would continue to be grateful for his efforts this time.
He was my savior. That was what I would always remember until I died.
