C62 BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH.

AXEL’S POV:

I felt myself slipping away, my grip on consciousness tenuous at best. The edges of my vision began to blur and darken, like ink spreading through water. A dull, throbbing pain still radiated from my shoulder, but it was no match for the crushing weight that threatened to flatten me.

My skull felt like it was being squeezed in a vice, making it hard to think. Yet