43. Wake Me Up

*Thomas POV*

"ADRIAN!"

The warm sticky fluid of my brother's blood splattered across myself and the floor before me as two gunshots went off at the same time.

One into my brother's skull.

The other into the wall behind me.

As people flooded the house and the screams could be heard throughout with the crash of sharp pops mixed with the smell of death.

I remember a flash of anger coursing through my veins as I defended my family with my life. Protecting the people who matter most but never forgetting the traitor on the floor in front of me.

Overwhelmed by our underestimated strength, the crowd of hunters begin to retreat and in a blinded rage, I've shed more blood that I realized and the world went dark.

"THOMAS!"

I hard Matthias call my name but is sounded as though he was under water. I quickly open my eyes to his shouts and find him right above me cupping my cheek with one hand and firing with the other until Luca jumps in front of us with Houston and the growling is all I hear as people run from our massive guard dog.

"Hey, are you okay?" Matty asked as he slapped my cheek and I focused on his beautiful face. Was he always this beautiful? Or is it just the light...where did that light come from?

"Thomas, answer me!" He yelled and I tried but I was just so tired. When did I get so tired? A little nap wouldn't hurt now would it?

"Where's all the blood coming from?"

"Check the exit wound!"

"THOMAS DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE,"

At Matty's command I snap my eyes back open, forcing myself to look into my husband's perfect hazel eyes and see his pure determination lingering with his fear.

"I'm fine," I muttered under my breath and he let out a long sigh.

My vision blurred once more as I tried to stay awake.

"You're going to leave without saying goodbye?" Matty asked as he looked up at someone just beyond my vision.

But that person said nothing as I blacked out into pure darkness.