Blake Point of View
Nine days later
I woke on the day of the full moon with a headache to rival any hangover I'd ever had in my adult life. It felt like someone had their hand wrapped around my forehead and was squeezing my temples with the sole purpose of crushing my skull.
"Morning, Alpha" Piper called me, her voice still heavy with sleep. Despite the fact her voice was soft and melodic, it still made me wince.
"Blake, what's wrong?" She asked, sitting up so quickly you'd be forgiven for thinking that her backside was on fire. Her anxiety levels were at Defcon 1 before I'd even had a chance to answer her.
"Headache", I told her, pointing my index finger to my face helpfully.
"Here let me," She said in barely a whisper as she pressed her hand to my forehead. I instantly felt
