Siroos's eyes wavered to people around the room. While his mother and Ranon seemed sympathetic, Faris was downright vexed. With his legs crossed at the ankles, he stood against the opposite wall, carefully watching his brother.
Sirros's head felt so heavy as if someone had pounded it with a hammer. Feeling dizzy, he tried to sit up and Ranon was quick to help him.
Dragon was raging inside him; no matter how much he wanted to put him on a leash, he wouldn't be discreet.
He growled in desperation.
He whimpered in emotional pain.
He howled for his true mate.
Something terrible had happened, but all his memories were hazy as if a dense fog had infiltrated his brain and messed up with his thinking, his animal spirits and his consciousness.
