KAIA
I wake up on the couch in Vincent's office, my head pounding like someone's using it as a drum. The room spins for a second before settling, and I blink against the harsh light streaming through the windows.
"Easy." Vincent's voice comes from beside me. His hand finds mine, warm and steady. "You fainted."
The memories crash back. The refugees. The blood. The message carved into a packhouse door with my name in it.
My stomach lurches. I sit up too fast, and Vincent's hands immediately steady me.
"How long was I out?"
"Twenty minutes." His jaw is tight, his dark eyes shadowed with worry. "The pack doctor checked you over. You're physically fine. Just stress and exhaustion."
I shake my head, pushing his hands away as I stand. My legs feel shaky, but I force them to hold me. "I nee
