Rebecca's POV
My heart hammered frantically against my ribs as the ground beneath my feet felt like it was tilting. The bass from the speakers vibrated through my bones, making the headache pounding behind my eyes a hundred times worse.
"A party drug," my wolf realized, her voice growing sluggish as the substance worked its way through our system. "Someone put something in that cupcake for fun... shit..."
"Rebecca?"
Zarek’s voice sounded muffled, like he was speaking to me from underwater. I blinked hard, trying to focus on his face, but there were two of him standing there. He noticed me swaying, my hands gripping the edges of the lounge chair just to stay upright. His easy smile completely vanished, replaced by instant alarm. He dropped to one knee in front of me, taking my hand
