Prince's Assassin Mate

As the Alpha leads me into his suite, I smile. A new glint of happiness in his eyes, a handsome smile on his face. He picks me up and places me on the soft bed. He was hovering over me in an instant. His eyes were filled with love, passion, and gentleness as they looked at my face.

"I'm not sure what I did to deserve such a wonderful gift from the Goddess." He stated. I smiled brightly at him and he returns the same smile. He brought his face closer for a kiss, but his smile vanished, replaced by an agonizing wince. When he looked down at his stomach, he saw a silver dagger in my hand slicing through his stomach. When his horrified eyes turned to me, my innocent, bright smile had vanished, replaced by a cold, expressionless face. He tried to speak, but my hand moved on its own, gliding through his throat. I pushed him off of me as his limp body fell on the bed. I stand up and clean the blood-splattered dagger from his black pants. Lighting a cigarette I walked towards the balcony. The moon was shining brightly tonight, what an wonderful sight to see. I take a long lungful of my cigarette and exhale the smoke. They said I was gifted with beauty, just a look from my innocent eyes and a smile from my lips could bring down a man to his knees. What an utterly pathetic word to describe someone so heinous. He assumed I was his mate, but what a surprise it turned out to be. Mate, a four letter word. Something I'd never given a second thought to. I'm not destined to find a soulmate. I've spent my entire life knowing how to kill, and that's how the Goddess sees me spending eternity. But things changed when he stumbled into my life.

Growing up, all I knew was training, etiquette, manner, duties, kingdom, and mate. Mate, soulmate, someone created and predestined for me Someone who will fulfill me. A gift from the Goddess herself. My mother, the Queen, used to tell me how wonderful a mate was, and how wonderful life would be with my mate. As a child, I yearned for and fantasized about my mate. But as I grew older, my priority was to fulfill my responsibilities as the Alpha, to conquer what was rightfully mine, to take over my father's throne. My days were filled with duties, and my nights were filled with desire. I never considered waiting for the one when a century had passed. I was never denied any female's nectar, but things changed when she stumbled upon my land!

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Hey my lovely reader

First of all, I'd like to thank you for choosing this story. I keep this story close to my heart. This is my original idea and my writing. If you find a story similar to this, it's just a coincidence. And before we proceed, I would like to warn you that this story had some dark content and the use of mature words.

Werewolves and Lycan's have mates, their other halves chosen by the Moon goddess. After finding one's mate the female goes through heat. The first and second wave of heat is to allure the male and finishing the mating process faster, while the third and fourth heat waves are for the female. After finding one's mate when they get intimate with someone else, the other one feels excruciating pain, which indicates that their mate is cheating.

Usually, a Lycan's lifespan is about 300 years, they can live more than that but their physical abilities weaken. The Lycan Royal family rules over the whole werewolf and Lycan kingdom. The Royal family lives in the Royal pack which consists mostly of Lycans. The Lycan king is the Alpha of the Royal pack and all of the werewolf and Lycan packs inside their kingdom. The Royal pack and territory is secured by an enchantment that hides them from the human eyes. The Alpha's second in command is the Beta, who helps the Alpha to run the pack smoothly.

The Council is made of all the supernatural species including Lycan, vampires, witches, Angels, Demons and werewolves. The council works to ensure that the people of the kingdom is living well and the King is doing his duty properly, they can overrule the King only if he wants to do something that endangers the kingdom or if he wants to place a new law that only benefits the King and not the people.

And another important thing, I appreciate your constructive criticism but hate comments will be deleted. And I know there might me some grammatical, spelling or other kind of mistakes and I would appreciate if you call that out on the comments. English is not my first language,

Writers POV:

Night had fallen fast upon the land. No more than an hour ago the sky was painted with hues of red, orange and pink, but all colour had faded leaving only a matt black canvas with no stars to be looked upon. The darkness was thick and even a torch won't lit your path, you could hardly see your arm length with the help of a torch. By this time of the night, the world had already fallen asleep. Only the chilly wind and she seems to be awake. She dashes through the forest's dense lairs of trees and bushes. The night was so quiet that you could hear the soft breeze but not her footsteps. She runs towards her destination in rhythm with the wind, as fast as the wind. Her steps are graceful, her steps are as soft, her presence is as true as the shadow, her existence is like that of a prey hiding in the forest away from the predator's gaze. Even if she is present, no one can identify her; even if she runs past you, you will not notice her.

The number of trees gradually decreased, and she arrived at an open area in a matter of moments. She noticed the lights in front of the house were still on while hiding behind the bushes. She decided to hide and wait. She checked her watch and returned to the house, where the lights were still turned on. She took a deep breath and leaned against the tree next to her. The forest was clear here, and she could see the sky. The stars were non-existent. Those cotton balls seen during the day morphed into grey streams the color of ash and soot. But, oh, how the moon fought to shine its light on the earth.

However, the clouds stretched across the sky, creating a hazy, foreboding atmosphere. It's going to start raining soon. She looks down at the ground below her and then back at the house. She can't afford to get soaked in the rain right now. It will leave a trail of her footsteps. When she returns to the house, the lights are finally turned off, implying that everyone has fallen asleep. She sits up straight and pulls up her black neck sleeve, which covers her face and sits across the bridge of her nose, under her eyes.

She adjusts her gloves and weapon around her waist belt while scanning the area for guards. She emerged from the bush and ran around the back of the house. She leaps to her feet, grabbing the window seal on the first floor.

She gracefully crawls up to the third floor. She reached the window and discovered it was unlocked; she smirked to herself and quietly entered the house. She smoothly lands on her legs in the darkened corridor and makes her way through it. At the end of the hallway, there is a right turn. She was about to make the turn when she heard footsteps approaching her. She quickly moves across the corridor, her back to the opposite wall. She remains pressed against the wall until the footsteps reach her. She pulls out the blade hidden beneath her wrist. She strikes her blade through the man's neck without hesitation as soon as he turns into the hallway. His body falls limp and before it could to hit the floor, she immediately catches the body and places it on the ground without making any noise. She takes the right turn and finds a brown double door at the end of the hallway.

In no time she reaches the door, the door was locked from the inside as she expected. She moved her finger gently in front of the lock and it made a click sound indicating that it was unlocked. She smirks under her mask and turns the nob opening the doors. She moves into the shadow side of the room blending in with the shadows removing her existence and looks at her preys sleeping soundly in the comfortable king-size bed in the middle of the room.

"How oblivious are they to the fact that they are to die tonight," she thought to herself.

She sighs and moves towards the king-size bed, finding two equally beautiful man and woman sleeping soundly. She takes out her silver blade and swiftly slides it through the woman's neck, not giving her a chance to gasp for air. She passes away peacefully in her sleep.

She moves towards the man and she was about to slide her blade through his neck but he opens his eyes, his eyes held pain, anger and vengeance. He grasps her hand trying to twist it but her arm doesn't budge. He threw punches on her face but it didn't have any effect on her. He felt like he was punching a brick wall. She saw fear in his eyes and sensed fear radiating from him. She smirks under her mask and feeds on his fear like a hungry animal.

She turns and twists his hand that was holding hers, she hears a crack and the man cries out in pain. With a swift movement of her hands, the door behind shuts closed before the scream of agony can escape the room.

She lands a punch on his face and she hears the satisfying crack as his nose breaks and blood starts running out of his nose. When the smell of blood reaches her nose her eyes lit's up a bright yellow. She removes her mask showing her beautiful yet horrifying face to the man she is about to kill.

"Well, you're dying soon anyway. It would be a great loss if your blood gets wasted." As soon as she ends the sentence she bites down on his neck and he screams in agony, 'Ah music to my ears.' She thought.

She starts sucking out his blood, drinking every drop of it. Soon the man falls limp on his bed as all the blood from his body was sucked out and she licks her lips clean. She looks at the almost lifeless body of the man and puts her silver blade on his chest right over his heart,

"So long Alpha!"

And she stabs her blade on his heart spilling out the last few drops of blood his body was left with. She wipes to clean her silver blade on his tee-shirt and tucks it back in its case on her waist.

She pulls up her black neck sleeve and her black hood. She opens the balconies door and jumps out of the house landing smoothly and quietly on her legs. As her feet touch the earth, her toes are bathed in the newly bequeathed rain. It gurgles, bubbling as she takes off in an inhuman speed flowing with the rain, soothing in its coolness.

In the rain, there is a serenity, a sense of peace that offers to resonate with the peaceful elements of the soul. Running among those drops, she feels present in the moment, she feels free! She ran and ran, running was living for her, it was feeling the power to leave anytime she needed to, to escape the confines of walls and feel the open road. In time she hoped to run not away yet toward, not from a murder she did but for her home, for then she will have found sanctuary in her self and this world she thought. She wanted to run to feel, to feel the air and the earth, to feel the rain and absorb the hues of the daylight and the silent cool breeze of night. But she had to run to escape, to not get caught, to run for her life. In no time she was out of the pack land of the Alpha and Luna she just murdered. She stopped in front of a huge tree outside the pack land. She climbed up the tree swiftly and soon reached the top branch. She sat down there on the wet, cold tree branch. The rain had already stopped a while ago and the sky was clear. The sky was free from the blanket of dark cloud. The moon graced the sky as if she'd had some bright idea, something brilliant needed to shine upon the Earth.

She leaned against the tree one leg up on the branch and the other was swinging in the air. She took down her black neck sleeve and her hood. Her hazel brown eyes were shining in the moonlight. She leaned her head backwards and felt the cool breeze touching her face. She closed her eyes and felt the breeze. The breeze came with that sense of balance, the wisdom to move yet at a steady calm pace.

She was tired and exhausted, she was running, killing, assassinating people straight for the past 4 days. She didn't get an ounce of sleep. With the cool breeze and the beautiful moon shining above her, she dozed off. She soon was awake by the sound of howling of the wolfs, it held a lot of pain and anger.

"It took them long enough." She thought. She could sense the wolfs running towards where she was. She was sure they couldn't trace her but it was her cue to leave.

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"Is he dead?" Said a cold stern voice that held authority and...darkness. He was like an evil shadow always lingering over her, never letting her leave out of his sight. He sat on his throne-like chair in dark. The huge room was dark, it's the only source of light was the moonlight perching through the tightly shut curtains that were covering the huge windows. It has been a few hours since she killed the Alpha and his Luna now it was time to report back.

"Yes, master!" She said in a low voice. She was sitting on the cold stone floor with her hands on her knees and held her head low in submission.

"Did he suffer?" He said with a sinister small smile on his lips. She didn't look at his face but she knew that tone. She could feel the sinister evil smile painted on his face.

"No master," she said in a low voice without any emotion blended in them. His eyes lit up red instantly. She knew what was to come. Even before she could blink a very painful blow from a silver whip hit her on the back and then another one. One after another blow kept hitting her. She sat there taking in every painful strike trying not to budge. But the strikes kept coming she tried holding in but soon she gave in fell on the floor and winced in pain. A small cry of agony left her mouth and his eyes lit up in satisfaction. He loved this game, she would try her hard not to give in and he would keep hitting her harder each time. This is the most satisfying game he has been playing for the past 400 years.

"Did I or did I not make it clear that I want him to suffer? Beg for death?" He lifted her chin and forced her to look into his eyes. He saw no emotion in her eyes, they were blankly looking at him. He let go of her chin and went back to his throne-like huge chair and sat down. She sat up in her previous position and held her head low in submission.

"When I say you make them suffer you do! Make them beg for death, you make them beg! Is that clear my little dog?!" He said in a cold, angry and stern voice.

"Yes, master." She said in a low voice.

"Now get out of my house you bitch."

She stood up holding her head down in submission bowed in front of him and left through the huge dark double doors.

The dark man sitting in the shadows was the example of the devil's right hand in the face of the earth. He was not the devil himself but she felt, knew and believed wholeheartedly that he was the devil himself. He was the devil lingering over her shoulders making her do everything he wanted and she hated. He was the devil accomplishing everything he wants through her. She doesn't get rewarded nor she gets praised by him if she does something right, he always finds out some flaws and punishes her brutally. She doesn't expect any reward nor any praise. She believes she does not deserve any of it, she does not even deserve to be alive. She has brutally killed, tortured over thousands of men and women in her 421 years of life time. After a decade of torture and training from the devil, she was let loose enough to do her deed for the devil. And now after 400 years of torture and killings, she doesn't feel anything anymore, except for the pain the devil bestows upon her. It is that pain that reminds her that she feels something, she is alive, she has an existence that is not entirely stone. It would not be entirely true if it is said that she doesn't feel anything except the pain the devil puts her through though, she feels ashamed of herself, she hates her existence, she hates the monster she is and she hates killing people she doesn't even know what their mistakes were. She tried hundreds of time to destroy the monster in herself, a huge deal of the time she spent trying to kill the devil himself but always seemed to fail. Nonetheless, she accepted her fate serving the devil. She accepted the name the world call's her. She is The Reaper! The assassin who they think of as the example of darkness. Who lives in the shadows, feeds from fear and kills whoever crosses her path, except they don't know she is a mere woman who is the definition of beauty and pain. Who works for the Devil!

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The blackness engulfed her thoughts. Stretching out in front of her like a map, the unknown studied her fears, her courage and knowledge. Taking tentative steps the infinite exposure of the human flesh dawned. There was no life here. That was simple, no thriving population, no signs of past living. The darkness had overcome any sense of purity, consumed all hopes of cleanliness and had wiped out. She was getting tensed more like nervous and scared a feeling that never dared to touch her. She ran around looking for any sign of life, nothing! She was scared a feeling she never knew she had.

She cried out loud, screaming on top of her lungs. Darkness has swallowed everything. Darkness destroyed everything she knew. Everything is gone, everyone is gone. Except her! Why is she still there!

"Because you are the darkness." A faint low voice came like a whisper brushing through her.

"No!" She screamed

"You destroyed everything!" A small shadowy figure made its way towards her.

"No, I didn't."

"You destroyed everyone!"

"No! Stop!" She screams covering her ears

"Everything is gone, but you will be here alone. And I will follow you reminding you of what you are."

"No!" She screamed out loud opening her eyes drenched in her own sweat engulfed by the darkness of her room. She immediately turned on the light making her way to the bathroom of her small house. She splashed cold water on her face reminding herself it was a dream! It was just a dream!

She was back in her bed after changing her clothes and a cold shower. She was twisting and turning unable to sleep. She looked at her watch, it was 3 in the morning. She had gone to bed only an hour ago and was already up. She sat down and sighed. After a while getting down from the bed she made her way towards her walk-in closet and came out after a while in some sports bra and shorts. She had already put her hair up in a messy bun and now she was standing in front of her punching bag letting out all the anger frustration out. Before half an hour the punching bag gave in burst out spilling all the sand it had inside on the floor. Then she went to her storage, took out another punching replacing the one that had given up. One after another punching bags were giving up she was replacing them throughout the night and there was a huge pile of sand.

Before she could know, new white rays shine through the window and curtain just the same, showing the beauty of the many tan hues that weave together to make the fabric she loves so much. The browns are as varied as sand dunes at dawn, as pretty as the lightest of wood carried ashore upon windswept waves. Amid the light she sees the beams as if they wave with the undulating pleats, yet in truth they are strong and true, giving structure and form. As the moments pass the intensity rises and soften, bold and gentle, telling of the day that passes in the world beyond. She finally leaves the punching bag alone letting it live till next time.

She was sweating, tired and exhausted. She lets out a deep breath and walks towards her bathroom opening her hair and stripping off her clothes. She stands under her shower letting the cold water fall and washes away everything. She washed her hair cleaned herself properly and got out of the shower wrapping a fluffy towel around her naked form while drying her hair with another one. She blow dried her hair and went into her closet coming out soon wearing a black and white polka dot puff sleeve organza mini dress with crystal buckle with open-toed black suede wedge sits atop an almost 4-inch arched platform. A soft suede strap can be laced up the calf or tied up the ankle for a versatile look.

She stood in front of her full-length dresser and applied a burgundy matte lipstick and accessorized it with a black choker. She put her long red hair in a messy bun, took her clutch and went out of her house. She took her car from her garage and made her way out of the house. Without any destination, she kept driving.

She lived in the human side of the world away from supernaturals and her identity. She found human quite fascinating. They lived their lives to the fullest without any worries, loved and helped people even if they weren't from their territory like wolfs, vampire and witches who would kill you even if you go near their border. Though not every human being was a good person. Well, every creature has its dark side now, don't they?

After a few hours of endless roads, she finally had to stop in an unfamiliar place because her beast was getting restless inside her mind. Her beast hardly ever interacted with her but when she did it always ends up in chaos and that's the last thing she wanted right now. She didn't wish to stop here because the moment she took a turn into this road her nose was hit by strong smells of wolfs and lycans. She parked her car in front of a cafe and masked her scent, now she smells like nothing, the supernaturals will think her to be human but the moment she leaves her scent will disappear. Usually, when she's out to assassinate someone she masks her scent like no one could ever smell her. This is one of her gifts. Keeping her hidden from everyone. She walks into the small cafe and it was filled with werewolves and lycans.

She is now sitting at a corner table alone with a cup of coffee. It's been more than an hour at her beast is still restlessly pacing in her head. At this point, she is worried thinking about what's wrong. She tried to leave a couple of times but her beast won't let her leave. She was getting frustrated among all these werewolves and they were giving her weird looks thinking about what 'human' is doing here all alone. She finished her 3rd cup of coffee when her beast started jumping up and down howling in joy inside her head. In her 421 years of a lifetime never did her beast behave like this she thought. That's when the most intoxicating scent hit her nose hard, it was cinnamon with a hint of freshly mowed grass and the scent of soil after rain. She was feeling dizzy how powerful that scent hit her and engulfed her. She seemed to not get enough of it when cafes door opened and the owner of the scent came in, he was the most gorgeous man she had ever land her eyes on. He had brown hair and striking blue eyes with a gorgeous smile planted on his exquisite lips. He was well built, his ripped muscles were hiding under his black tee. Her beast was howling and pushing her to go to their mate. Her eyes were still fixed on him, the word mate was about to leave her lips when a woman with blood hair wearing extremely tight and short red dress linked her hand into her mates arms whispering things into his ears and laughing about some intimate jokes. Her beast was growling inside ready to tear down that girl limb by limb for touching their mate. She was feeling overwhelming anger inside her that's when that girl planted a kiss on his lips. She stood up taking her bag ignoring her beasts begging to let her out so that she can tear up that bitch in pieces. She walked towards the exist and the exquisite smell was getting stronger and stronger, her eyes were fixed on him that's when their eyes met. His blue eyes where looking straight into her hazel ones. She gave a small smile and drifted her gaze to the exist and left.

She took her car started driving back to her place. Her beast was howling and growling inside her head begging her let her out. Her beast wanted to run to their mate and tear that woman in pieces. But she was trying her best to not lose control of her beast. Her beast won't stop pacing back and forth growling at her she finally stoped the car by a forest and slammed her hands on the staring wheel.

"He can't be our mate! Didn't you listen to what master told us! We don't have a mate nobody will ever love us we are a weapon that everyone wants to have. And didn't you see he already has a woman with him. He's just like every other supernatural. So stop growling at me and settle down!"

But her beast was still growling and pacing in frustration, she was angry at her for talking like that about their mate. She tried to calm her beast down but finally she gave in and decided to let her beast loose for run. She walks deep into the forest and stripes off her clothes and hid them in a small hole in a tree which probably a squirrel uses as their home. She jumps and shifts into her beast mid air landing on her paws gracefully and takes off with the wind. Her beast is loving the feeling of wind brushing through her fur, the satisfying crunch of dried leaves under her paw. It is to the forest, for serenity that flows as cool river waters. There is something about the sparkle upon the blue, a melody without a rhythm, music without sound. Above wave the great arms, clothed in the greens of every palate and none, the verdant hues of nature's free dreams. In that place she becomes a part of that art, of that three dimensional creation of time and space, of a greater evolutionary span than her brain can fathom. From the rich brown earthen hues of the forest ground to the sweetness of the blue-white sky, the forest is a three dimensional wonderland for the eyes like hers who are willing to absorb the light.

She runs and runs cutting through the air. She finally stops when she reaches a small river bank. Her beast just stands there feeling and enjoy the soft wind blow past her, she sits there on the grass and enjoys the surrounding. The river is a ribbon of living turquoise, boldly flowing amid the green of the forest. No matter the chatter of the trees it is steady, welcoming, refreshing. On quiet days it can be heard to whisper its wisdom, on stormy days it is lost to all but those who listen closely. The river always talks, always speaks the wisdom of the water to anyone who treasures its musical words. Even on the rainiest of days it can heard beneath the splashes, a sacred melody, always moving, always present. The river has a strength that is reflected in the trees. It flows on with confidence, taking the form of the river bed, billions of drops moving together. The community of trees stands tall, trunks reaching into the blue above, light filtering through leaves like perfect stained glass. The river is green in the dawn, yet it will be as speckled as a thousand dollar diamond in the noon sunlight. It flows in that understated way, smoothly onward without a fuss. Is there anything so reliable as this water? Maybe not.

After a while she takes off to where clothes are, after shifting back and changing into her clothes she goes back to her car and starts driving. It's already dusky, it's that time of the day when the last sun-rays of the day kiss the heathland, when the greens and purples melt into grey under the moonlight, that's when the warren empties. Dusk comes with a promise of moonlight, to the time of reflection upon the day passed and awaiting day to be renewed by the light of the sun. It is when the birds sing goodnight until the stars bid them to dream under-wing. Each hue deepens in noble solemnity, finding unity in the night.

Only now she realizes how far she went from her house. She's been driving for three hours and she still has a long way to go before she reaches her house. Her beast is whimpering inside her head as she moves far away from their mate. It would not be completely true is she said she doesn't feel anything for their mate. There is a foreign feeling inside her chest that she can not put her head around. A feeling she never felt. Would he except her if he knew that she was his mate? Or would he have rejected her because of the blonde woman he had with him? Would he love her? Love! She only heard that word never felt it. Care! That's a luxury that she can never have. She shakes away all these thoughts that crawled into her head. She doesn't remember much about her mother and father but she knows that they had unconditional love for each other. She remembers how her mother told her about mates! How she would find her mate someday and he would love her unconditionally, how he would care for her, how they are born for each other and would die for each other. She laughs at herself thinking how she believed those words. Nobody loves or cares for anyone unconditionally. There is always a reason. And no one would ever love and care for her like that, she is a monster and a weapon that everyone wants. That everyone betrays for their own selfish reasons and she learned to not believe anyone anymore now. Everyone acts in a way to achieve something. Everyone that's comes to know what she is, they either tries to use her or tries to kill her. And he would too cause everyone is same, she thought.

It was past eleven when she finally reached her house. She haves her dinner and gets ready for work. She changes into her 'work' attire which includes some black long sleeve and neck tee with leather gloves weaponized with hidden silver blades. Black combat pants, combat boots and a hooded black jacket. She fills her waist belt with various weapons she would need. After putting her hair up in a bun she takes off waiting for new bounty from her master.

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It has been three weeks, three weeks of killing, sleepless nights and...pain. Unbearable pain. First she didn't understand why she was feeling such a pain soon she understood her mate he was cheating on her. Well technically it is not cheating as he doesn't know he has a mate but still. Her beast went extremely quiet, quieter than before, her beast was depressed, upset heartbroken from being away from her mate and the consistent cheating and pain. A week later her first wave of heat came. It was unbearable for her, lycan and vampire heat combined. It was not something that could kill her but she felt dying would be better than bearing the heat

She doesn't know how but she reached that very river her beast found three weeks ago. After a successful assassination she ran away and somehow she reached the river. The river is so different, so mesmerizing than the afternoon. The sky is clear full of stars and the rivers turquoise water is now a beautiful black reflecting all the far away stars in the sky. The wind is refreshing cold and inhales a good amount of fresh air putting down her neck sleeve and hood. She takes of her jacket, boots and her gloves and her waist belt. She feels light getting out of all burdens, burdens that's what she likes to call them. She sits on the soft grass and let's the water flow cleaning and getting rid of the warmth of her feet. She looks up at the beautiful sky, her eyes glows a bright gold as her beast who had been quite after getting out their house comes out looking at the sky through her eyes.

She lets out a long breath of relief as she lays down on the soft grass. She closes her eyes and that's when she feels a sharp pain crawling it's way through my abdomen. It was sharp it was so painful, it was nothing like all the pain she have felt till now. Soon the pain starts spreading further. She let's out a whimper, she tries to use her magic but nothing seems to work. Their mate has someone else in his bed with him! She felt the pain of cheating before but this time it was much more painful than before. That's when it hit her! Her second flow of heat. Her body temperature was increasing tremendously. She got down in the river trying to cool herself but soon she was seeing black spots and the last thing she remembers before blacking out was that she felt light! She was flowing with the rivers current!