I blinked, confused. "What? How?"
"Do it!" he snapped, his patience wearing thin.
I flinched at his sharpness. I tried, closing my eyes, concentrating, but it was like trying to catch smoke. "I can't," I whispered, opening my eyes. "I haven't managed to control my wolf, not really. This is too hard."
He sighed, a frustrated sound. "Just relax," he said, his grip on my hands firm but not hurting. "Try to concentrate on me. Just me."
He guided me, pushing something gentle but strong into my mind. I focused, pushing past my own fears and confusion. Slowly, like a blurry picture coming into focus, I began to see.
It wasn't a memory, not exactly. It was a feeling. A raw, gaping wound of emotion. The world through his eyes when I left. The emptiness. The betrayal. The absolute, crushing wei
