Alban’s P.O.V.
“Alban,” I heard the voice calling to me through the stinging pain of a migraine. Goddess, what hit me? “Alban!” The masculine voice called again and I shot my head back in shock, only to strike it on the hard-packed dirt of the forest floor. “Trevor, link the others. We found him.” Nikolai. It was Nikolai’s voice I was hearing. The sting of air that filled my lungs as I suddenly felt the pressure in my chest release was enough to send my vision reeling in a flurry of swirling confusion.
My temples throbbed as I looked down at my bruised and naked body, covered in dirt and cuts that stung with every slight movement. I could barely hear my name being shouted again at full volume from right behind me as I sprang to my feet in a frenzy. “Vira?” I shouted, looking around at t
