Grace
Pain, a searing flash that ripped through the fog of primal fury, brought me crashing back to reality. My jaws clamped down on… metal? Stone? Something so hard, I swear my teeth chipped. The metallic and sparkling tang of blood and something else filled my mouth as I recoiled, a whimper escaping my throat. My head hurt. My teeth felt like they’d fall out.
Charles. My Charles. I saw him then, crouching before me, his eyes filled with concern and tension that I couldn’t place. Terror, raw and primal, flooded me. Where was I? How did I get here? How long had—
I tried to speak, but I couldn’t.
What was happening to me? Panic clawed at my throat, constricting my lungs. Wrong. Something was wrong. I couldn’t exactly say what it was. Something in the air. When had it started raining? Wh
