Fiona's POV
Terror. Heart-wrenching, blood-curdling, snot-inducing, terrible cortisol level terror. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't focus on anything. It was like a vice was wrapped around my throat, cutting me off totally from the air supply. I didn't know where the courage came from. One second I was scared of out my wits, utterly confused and distraught at the sight of Ragnar being so…. feral, and the next, I was…well, calming him.
The scariest part was that he heeded. He listened to me. Me. Why? What was so special about my words that calmed a raging alpha? One who was meant to rule the seven kingdoms that made up our pack?
“Fiona..we need to get you to the doctor.” Ellen's voice filtered through my thoughts. I turned to look at her, my eyes unfazed.
“I don't want a
