Hannah’s POV
Liam’s dead.
That’s all I could think about as blackness clouded my vision. My body was numb to any attacks. I knew of the damages done and I couldn’t shield myself. I saw the anger portrayed in his features as he leaned over me; every punch to my stomach, every swipe to my face, it felt like I was immune to them. I kept waiting for the pain to set in, but it never came. My already weakened body faded from me together and I could no longer feel the faint presence of my wolf.
My breathing became shallow; I typically would have tried to gasp for breath. I would have tried to stay alive. But I had nothing more to live for. My brother was dead, and I was dying alongside him. I wondered if he was alone when he died. I wondered if it was painful or if
