His air was running out, each second stealing more of what little he had left. If he couldn’t reach the surface soon… he would drown.
His strength began to fade, his limbs growing heavier with every desperate stroke. It would have been so easy to stop, to let himself sink, to surrender to the darkness closing in around him.
But he couldn’t.
He had to live. He had to survive. For Xorran. As long as the claim between them remained unbroken, he couldn’t allow himself to die. Not when his death would destroy the Alpha as well.
So even as his body trembled and weakened, Ellio forced himself to fight, clinging to the last thread of will and strength he had left.
Having been reminded of the claim, Ellio remembered his conversation with Aris. About him telling that there is a creature named H
