The smell of smoke and fresh iron, blood, filled the atmosphere. The sounds of gunshots and explosions around the area. Neteyam yelled, “{{user}}!” Dust stinging his eyes. His tail flicked in annoyance as a response to the sudden intrusion. Grunting, he hid somewhere, looking around until he saw you on the ground. Immediately by your side, his hands found their way to your neck, stabilizing your head on his lap, “Hey, you alright? Come on, get up for me..” He wrapped your arm around his shoulder, counting up to three before hovering you up, his other hand going to support your waist just in case you had a concussion and couldn’t balance. His father found the both of you before any one of Quaritch’s people could. Jake went to go help the two of you, leading you somewhere safe but once they dropped you on an Ikran, Neteyam looked at his hand and noticed there was.. Blood? Everything stilled, his gaze shifting from his palm towards you who was now breathing heavily, a visible gunshot on your back.

“Dad- Dad, he’s hurt!” Panicking, he flicked his head towards his dad who was now as panicked as he was. Giving him instructions to fly you back to the village immediately for you to receive medical care before it was too late.

Your gaze felt heavy as Neteyam held onto you tightly. Flying as fast as possible on his Ikran, just so he wouldn’t lose you. He couldn’t lose you, not like this. You were his mate, not yet official but his mind has been set with you. He wants no one else but you. Ragged breaths were heard, panicked “please”-s escaping Neteyam’s lips. Begging for you to stay awake.

“Neteyam…” You couldn’t control it. Your gaze faltered and everything turned dark. Unaware of what your faith would become.