AARON’S HEAD WAS THROBBING like the fiery pit of hell, and he desperately wanted to wake up from whatever nightmare he was in.
Who was that? He could hear an unusual voice, one he knew.
There was someone else in the room, Jordan.
A soothing coolness flowed over his whole body, relieving the ache.
They were chatting, touching him. And he so very much wanted to wake up.
He forced his sleeping wolf out of its coma with mental force.
Come on. You can do it. Just open your eyes.
It was like dragging nails through his eye balls and hammers to his temples.
But he pushed through with all of his might and the sun cracked through, his eyes opening slowly. Painfully.
“Aaron?... Aaron?” Jordan’s voice echoed loudly in his head. Whereas before the voices sounded like he was under water, far aw
