“We need to go.” Grayson said.
I felt a little disorientated. Grayson had mentioned that I would feel a connection to the other werewolves in our pack now that we had marked each other but I hadn’t consciously noticed it. It felt unfair that the first thing I would notice is one of those connections being severed.
Grayson helped me to my feet and helped me to make my way towards the door. He was talking sweetly to me although I couldn’t work out what he was saying to me. It felt as though I could hear the words but I couldn’t process them.
He took me outside. The moment the cold air hit my face my head started to clear. I could feel Grayson’s arms wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me upright and my heart was pounding.
“You’re ok sweetheart, just breathe.” Grayson said, in a com
