Nara
I'm not with my mate. I can't feel him. It's dark where I am, but that's because my eyes are closed. I flutter them open and adjust them to the room's brightness.
I'm lying in a very large bed that feels like a soft cloud. My throat is dry, and I have a slight headache. I sit up slowly and survey the room with my eyes. It is lovely, with a tall ceiling and a large arched floor-to-ceiling window.
This is not the packhouse. We were ambushed, and Kian got out of the car to fight the rogues. Lorenzo was there, and after shouting at him, I ran to my mate, but strong hands grabbed me and covered my nose. The memories flash back.
Kian! Is he okay? My heart pounds with fear. I try to connect with my wolf, but she is quiet. I beg her to wake up, tears welling in my eyes, until she responds
