ThirtyGavin POVI was jolted awake not by a sound, but by a scream in my head. Frantic, panicked mind links erupted in my mind, a chaotic jumble of terror and pain. All reverberating from the pack link. I couldn’t distinguish one voice from the next, just a wall of raw, primal fear as if they were all in the heat of battle, unable to concentrate enough to form coherent words. Then the first one snapped. It was a white-hot spike of agony, a red-hot poker being driven straight through my chest, searing through the pack bond and cauterizing it in the same instant. A gasp was torn from my lips. Another. Then another. They were ripping away, one after another, each one a fresh wave of blinding, nauseating pain as burning lava flooded my veins. My pack members were dying. The shock of it, the sheer volume of it, was enough to cut through the warm, comfortable fog of Trisha’s presence.
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