Andre's POV
I had no clue how any of us survived that wreck. The sedan lay crumpled like a crushed soda can, metal twisted into impossible shapes, shattered glass carpeting every surface. Steam hissed from what remained of the engine, and the acrid smell of burned rubber filled my nostrils.
The silence stretched for what felt like forever until Nelson's ragged voice broke through from the front seat.
"Alpha... Luna...?" His words came out as a painful rasp, punctuated by violent coughing fits. I watched him struggle against the deflated airbag, his movements sluggish and disoriented. Blood trickled from a nasty gash on his forehead, but he was breathing. He was alive.
That's when I looked down at Meryl, and everything clicked into place.
