Chapter 4
Before I could do anything to mitigate the situation, though, my already precarious hold on reality weakened as pinpricks of light spun in front of my eyes. Starlight, rainbows, sunshine, muttered my wolf inanely. In response, I gulped down bile and attempted to recover my stability before I fell flat on my face.
Instantly, Lupe was forgotten as Hunter’s gaze zeroed in on my face. “Are you okay?” he demanded.
I fingered the back of my head, certain there’d be blood trickling out of my scalp and creating a matted mess of tangled hair. But, no, my skull was just the way I’d left it. Clearly I was overreacting to what had really only been a very minor trauma.
“I’m fine,” I lied. Then, with more enthusiasm: “And, look, the sun is setting.”
Fifteen minutes earlier, the observatio
