THORNE
"Get up!" The voice sounded far away, even if its source was in my head—from Umbra.
My bleary eyes had lost focus since the High Alpha's second hit; air dragged through my lungs, which were already filling with fluid. I did not need to be assessed by a Delta to know that I was bleeding internally as well as externally.
"But you are not dead yet!" Umbra snarled, but I could feel him fading as well; we would not be able to hold on for much longer. "We are not dead yet, Thorne. We have to try even if all our bones are broken. We cannot lose to him; we cannot lose them." My ringing head filled with images of the retinue and all our adventures to get to this place. It also flashed with their dead bodies—with hollow eyes, cold skin, and mouths that would no longer make a sound, opened as if their souls had been ripped out past their lips.
Bile rose in my throat while Umbra refused to relent with the onslaught in my head.
