Ragnar POV
I was halfway through reviewing the eastern border reports when it hit me.
Something slammed into my chest, sharp and sudden, like getting the wind knocked out of me. I dropped the papers I was holding and grabbed the edge of my desk, my knees buckling before I even understood what was happening.
"Ragnar?"
Kieran's voice sounded far away, but I knew he was standing right across from me. My vision blurred at the edges, my heart hammering so hard I could hear it in my own ears, and my wolf, my wolf was going insane inside my head.
‘Something's happening,’ it snarled, pacing frantically. ‘Something's changed.’
"Ragnar!" Kieran's hands gripped my shoulders, holding me steady as my legs finally gave out entirely, dropping me to one knee on the office floor.
"I don't…" I gasped
