Pheisar's POV
By the time I was hauled out of the bar, everything was a blur.
Chase was going ballistic inside me—howling, clawing at my mind. Losing Elena was a kind of pain that even a river of tequila couldn't wash away.
"Get off... don't touch me..." I swung my arms wildly, shoving Kalen away.
"I want Elena... take me to her..."
"Alpha Pheisar, I'm taking you back to the packhouse," his voice sounded miles away. "Maybe she's already there waiting for you."
Right. She loved me too much to let me suffer through a drunken migraine alone. She was probably sitting on the edge of the bed right now, waiting for me.
When I finally caught a sliver of consciousness again, I was lying on a soft, massive bed.
I felt like I was on fire. My throat was parched, and all I could see through my
