RAYLEE POV
After about half an hour, Jada began to stir. She groaned and grumbled, tossed and turned. Another twenty or so minutes after that, she finally started to slowly open her eyes and she looked up at me.
“Mum? Is it over?” she asked me.
“Yes bub, the worst is over now,” I replied with a smile.
“Then why is my head hurting so much? I mean it feels like my head is going to explode.” Jada said tearfully.
I’m shocked for two reasons, the first being that my girl was talking to me like any other neurotypical person would, and secondly, because what she was describing sounded very much like what I experienced when my wolf was trying to break through the barrier.
“Cor, could you please grab the Doc,” I said as calmly as I could.
Jada grabbed her head and started to cry.
“Mum,
