First message
Everything was fuzzy, blurry. All I could hear were the whimpers of Storm and my groans. Pain throbbed through my body, burning everywhere. I had been stabbed with silver - but something was wrong. I curled into myself, the grass feeling like needles against the skin that was bare. I groaned, curling into myself. I couldn’t die, not here. Not like this. I tried to get up, at least onto my knees, but the pain blinded me. I was losing consciousness. Damn you. A voice. Don’t die on me, Alpha.