A sharp pain woke me from a dead sleep, a scream leaving my lips. The lights flickered, and I felt the familiar prickle of Nikolai’s power. He was in full Alpha mode, the power crackling in the air.
“What the f**k was that?” His voice was low, his tone laced with fury.
I shook my head, confused and disoriented. “I don’t know,” I whispered, my voice shaking. The pain was sharp and intense, clutching my left shoulder. “Something’s wrong,” I gasped, the pain stealing my breath. “My shoulder,” I managed to say through gritted teeth. I heard a roar of rage when Nikolai’s hand came back covered in blood. I heard shouting and running footsteps. A moment later, Mikhail
burst into the room, his face etched with concern. I could hear the crunch of glass as he searched the room, “What happened?”
