The second blast didn't feel like sound or pressure or heat. It felt like a fist ripping through my skull from the inside. I screamed before I even realized I was breathing in.
Jack dropped to his knees with me still cradled in his arms. His body shook with the force of trying to keep me upright while the override tore through my head. Beau moved in instantly, both hands going to my face, holding my jaw steady so I wouldn't bite my own tongue or crack my teeth.
“Lainey, look at me,” Beau said, voice rough. “Focus on something. Anything.”
I could not. I could barely see. My vision stuttered like a broken film reel. White. Black. White. Jack’s face. Beau’s hands. Sophie shouting something behind us. Then more white.
My wolf clawed upward, desperate and snarling, fighting the command with
