Until I wasn’t.
My mind cleared enough to finally understand they were helping me. I stopped fighting them and sunk lower into the water. I could hear their panting, smell the scent of blood, and I looked up. “I’m sorry.” My voice was a thick rasp. Like I had hurt my throat from screaming.
My phone rang, but we ignored it. But the front door of my place opened and footsteps ran through my place. And we all froze. I heard panting and then a dark, “Get out.”
We all froze. The words, the voice, it all connected to a deep part of our consciousness that told us to flee. I looked to the door and I saw Rowan standing there, nearly vibrating. “I said get out.” His voice was low, his need burning right under the surface of calm he was trying to project.
Nix and Megan both started to pur. Th
