❝ r a v e n! ❞ he shook her shoulder, impatient, not willing to accept it. he could see the pearls of sweat running down her pale forehead, her chest rising an falling slowly and unsteadily. fluid was seeping out of her wound, and the stink of death filled the dropship. ❝ no no no. wake up, raven. you have to live, we n e e d you. ❞ his voice was a mere whisper, yet insistent, almost desperate. this was not another loss, another ugly death, this was their mechanic, the reason they had survived the grounders, her skills were crucial for the hundred’s survival. and besides, she was one of them. she was their friend.