DARIUS
I struggled up through strata of sleep like someone drowning in heavy mud. Something was wrong. My wolf felt it, even if my drugged mind couldn’t f*****g comprehend what happened.
Voices filtered through the fog. Morrison's deep rumble, defensive. I heard Monica's soft voice telling me I should lie down. Council members arguing about timing. I couldn't understand the words, but the tension was putting my teeth on edge.
My wolf ranted and raved at whatever kept us down. We pushed and scratched in the dark, understanding on some instinctual level that we were being filleted while other players’ positions increased in strength.
I was half asleep and memories pounced on me. Rhea, across my desk from me in my office, after dark papers between us as I instructed her on pack politics.
