One hundred and sixty-seven

**Draven's POV**

I ran, I didn’t know what else to do. My little sister laying limp in my arms as I cradled her. Her bubbly, carefree, happy self no longer with us. She saved him, gave her own life to save my mate because she knew, I couldn’t live without him. But how does she expect me to live without her, she was baby sister, we fought and bickered but at the end of the day she was always there.