Wolf Warrior Blood Rose Part One

So much pain.
I curl into a fetal position, clutching my arms to my chest, just staring at my guns where I dropped them. My hair becomes matted with mud as my tears and sweat soak the dirt covered pavement.
'Myah, ' I cry. 'Myah-don't.'
More pain shoots to my chest and rumbles through my entire body. Images of Onyx curling over, squeaking in agony make me curl tighter. I see through Myah's eyes. Her last moments. I see darkness crowding my vision, sinking us deeper into death.
'Myah, please....