[Sera]
What the hell?
My first thought is Mate Madness. But the full moon passed days ago. This is something else. Something worse.
I move toward him slowly, like approaching a wounded animal. "Killian, can you hear me?"
His breathing is wrong. Too fast. Too shallow. Each inhale sounds like it's being dragged through broken glass.
I reach out to touch his shoulder—
"Don't touch me!"
His voice cracks—hoarse, desperate, nothing like the cold command I know. He jerks away, head snapping up, eyes glinting in the dark but not really seeing me. Like I'm part of whatever nightmare he's reliving.
I freeze, hands up like I'm surrendering. But then he buries his face in his arms again, fingers digging into his hair, knuckles bone-white. A low groan escapes him, raw and guttural, like pain an
