Nyxion's POV
I felt pain.
Warmth.
A strange, comforting yet dreadful sensation wraps around my chest. I couldn't see or hear or understand anything, but the desperate prance of my wolf in my head was enough to tell me everything.
Something was terribly wrong. Occasionally, I would see the forests, green luscious plants, and the beautiful sunset setting in the distance. Then I would see the palace, and the elders seated together at the same circular table they always did during meetings. Sometimes it would switch to my brothers, Aerila, or Avery.
One time I even saw Sirella.
I pushed all of these images behind, clawing desperately for the one that brought the warmth that was blocking out the pain.
Naeris.
Her scent wrapped around my lungs as I inhaled softly, even as I battle
