"ELARA!" I shook her, but there was no response, so I quickly lifted her from the bed and cradled her in my arms as I hurried out of my bedroom. "JAYCE! HELP!"
I dashed towards the door, and my brother came sprinting after me. "What’s wrong?!" He asked, concern evident in his voice.
"I don’t know," I replied, panic coursing through me as my entire body trembled.
"What happened to your scars?!" He exclaimed as he reached my side, his hand grazing my back. But then his gaze shifted over my shoulder, landing on our mate. "What? How the hell did this happen?"
"I don’t know," I said again as we raced towards the elevator. "She was sitting on my lap and touching my scars and then... I don’t f*cking know, alright? I think she pulled them into herself!"
"Who the hell has this kind of power?!"
