Slowly he became aware of his surroundings, like he was waking up from a deep sleep, but he couldn’t move or open his eyes. It was like he was floating in a pool of quicksand, just far enough out of the sludge to be aware of his surroundings, but not enough that he could help himself. It was terrifying.
Then he realized he sensed his mate; Lula, she was here with him. He could smell her sweet candy floss scent, feel the displacement of her breath close to him; hear her heart beating in rhythm with his. She was here, she was safe! He wanted to reach out and touch her, feel the sparks run across his skin as they touched, but it was like he wasn’t in control of his body and his panther wasn’t present to help him either.
He remembered why he was there; he’d been stabbed by a silver knife in
