How do you measure two days when you have no way to tell how much time has passed? No natural light, no clock, no sound even.

Two days. Two days was all I had left.

They were going to kill me. Death wasn't something I'd really spent much time thinking about or coming to terms with. Like most people, I assumed I wouldn't have to worry about it for a long time, or it would be sudden and I wouldn't even realise it was happening.

But to be given a time frame...and then to not be able to even count that down... that was psychologically screwed up.

It could have been minutes, or it could have been hours, but I had gone through so many emotions that I was exhausted to the point of almost giving up. My mind was going too fast, yet I couldn't focus on anything other than the fact that I was going to die.

I could feel delirium creeping up into me. I wondered if I was going legitimately insane. Not that it really mattered. I wouldn't be alive long enough for anyone to even question it.

The spirals that my mind took, the only thing holding me onto the last shred of my sanity was the thought of Levi. My heart broke as I realised I would never see him again. A few weeks and one kiss was all I got. How was that fair.

Then again, I had met my soulmate. How many people can say that with such certainty? I wished we'd been able to have more time, but that was the way it would be.

At least, that's what I was trying to tell myself.

I was actually feeling quite hysterical. That magnetic connection, the buzzing just under my skin, that I had gotten used to feeling had gone. It was like someone had blown out a candle, completely extinguishing the connection between us.

To be honest, thinking of Levi was the only thing that was keeping me sane. I closed my eyes and visualised his face, every inch of skin I could. I remembered how he smelled, how it felt to be held by him... The look in his eyes from the first time we met to now, how his eyes practically bared his soul to me.

He was Levi. And I was probably going to destroy him. I knew that when I died, he wouldn't be able to handle it. I knew that because the mere thought of Levi dying almost broke me. I was so afraid that once he found out I was dead he would just give up, and when these monsters attacked the pack, that he wouldn't fight, he would just let them kill him.

I couldn't even handle thinking about that.

So instead I imagined he was here, touching me. Holding me. Telling me everything was going to be okay.

And then it happened.

It started as a whisper, no louder than a low gust of wind. But it shot through my whole body, like a bolt of electricity.

I sat upright, holding my breath.

And again. This time louder, and stronger.

It came again and again. Faster and for longer.

It was so intense, that I was struggling to stay conscious. I could feel my eyes rolling back in my head, and was about to give in to the intensity when I heard it.

It was Levi.

I could feel Levi in my mind. Everything I had been missing, the cut off connections, suddenly snapped back around me, tugging me forward. I gasped, my body filling with warmth.

Then as if he was sitting right next to me, I heard Levi's voice.

Danielle, don't panic. Stay with me.