I didn’t expect to feel so cold, not when I was supposed to be safe inside Elias’s pack. But something was wrong—terribly wrong. It started as a faint dizziness, like the room was spinning just enough to make me lose my footing. Then, the air around me seemed thick and heavy, like I was wading through fog that clung to my lungs.
I fought to steady myself, but my fingers trembled, and my vision blurred. The scent of Elias’s cologne was still there—sharp, familiar, comforting—but even that couldn’t ground me.
“Lena, are you alright?” Elias’s voice broke through the haze. He was watching me closely, his eyes dark with worry.
“I—I don’t know,” I whispered, struggling to breathe. “Something’s wrong.”
He reached out, steadying me, his hands warm and sure. “Tell me what you feel.”
“Everythin
