*Lucas*
Distress washed over me as I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The whole “I need to think” thing had made it so I wasn’t going to sleep a wink. Still, that amount of fear from my mate would have woken me even if I’d been dead.
The feeling that something was seriously wrong clung to me, sending goosebumps over my flesh and a chill down my spine. It was as if there was a weight on my chest, a pressure that wouldn't dissipate no matter how much I tried to breathe through it.
“Sasha!” I knew I had to go to her, to make sure she was okay.
Throwing back the covers, I got up from the bed and pulled on some clothes. I didn't bother with shoes, the urgency in my gut propelling me forward. I made my way through the darkened ship, my wolf senses on high alert for any danger.
When I reached the deck, about ten men were standing at the edge of a… well, a storm, except it was a storm isolated to the center of the deck.
