1. Uncontrolled Wolf
GRAYSON
My wolf was practically screaming, waking me up from a sleep full of nightmares.
My head was pounding as he howled his displeasure, pushing me to wake up.
I groaned, shifting my weight on the mattress.
What the f**k is going on? Where am I?
“Alpha,” I heard a voice say in the distance, “Alpha, wake up.”
I groaned again, wanting to push away the too-loud voice until I figured out what was happening.
Why’s he yelling, anyway?
Something was off. Everything around me felt softer, harder, sharper, more textured than ever before. I gripped the sheets beneath me, tightening my hands into fists around them. It was as if I could feel every thread in the fabric woven in the intricate design that made the sheet. There were strange scents in the air,
