Aria
“Mason, hey, Mason. Wake up, Baby. Wake up.” I plead with his frozen body, my own getting just as cold making it harder and harder to keep searching for his pulse and keep my hand steady on his wound. My only comfort is the warmth of his blood. If it’s still warm he has to be alive.
The tips of my fingers are purple as I poke at the side of his neck, getting more and more frustrated as I rotate between begging him to wake up and calling for help. A second before Wyatt finds us I find the sweet spot I’ve been searching for, a steady bump…bump…bump. It seems a bit slow but it’s there. He’s alive.
He’s alive.
“He’s alive!” I shout to Wyatt as he starts scanning Mason similar to how Levi was scanning Leo back there.
“Good
