Ivan
"Slow down," A male voice ordered, their hand holding me down. "It'll take a few seconds for your senses to settle again."
"Le... mhe..." I couldn't make words. I tried but my lips refused to do as I ordered.
"It's disorienting, but you have to let the process happen. Your skin is still too sensitive. You'll rip it open if you thrash around too much." I recognized the voice now. It was David's. I could tell the difference because he didn't have the same natural snicker Vince had. "Just relax, focus on breathing, and think about what you saw."
That's what pissed me off even more. What I'd seen was my mate. I'd been with her in our room at the packhouse, and somehow, it had been real and an illusion at the same time. It was beyond frustrating because I could still smell her scent and the touch of her skin. That's where I needed to be, not here.
However, I did as he said, if only because I had no other choice.
