I don’t…
My knees hit the ground, my body starting to convulse as waves of agony sweep over me.
The rune,I think, looking down at my arm. But I can’t seem to move… enough… to…Oracle!
It takes everything in me to try to breathe through the churning in my abdomen.
My estrus,I realize.I’m going into heat…
But this sudden…
I begin to shake.
And suddenly I’m cascaded into darkness, locked in that cavern; the one holding Grey’s sister.
I’ve never known how I recognized her. She looks nothing like her brother with her long dark hair and equally dark eyes. But Iknowher as I look at her.
And she knows me.
There’s a hint of desperation in her gaze that’s always there, one I’ve never truly considered until now.
Because my visions don’t usually stare back at me.
However, she’s definitely looking at me right now, her expression pleading with me to…
To what?I wonder.
She’s locked in a cage, her mouth bound by a gag.
But her eyes convey meaning. Her eyesseeme.
I stare back, taking in the scene all around her.
Her cage is made of glass. She’s naked. Utterly exposed. But that doesn’t seem to be the cause of her current expression.
There’s anger in her dark eyes.
No, not just anger…fury.
This female israginginside.
There are Alphas all around her, watching her every move. But she ignores them. Ignores the jeers. Ignores the cord attached to her arm…
What?I’ve never seen that before.
It’s not a cord, though.
It’s… it’s like an IV.
And it’s draining her blood into something.
My brow furrows as I watch one of the Alphas—a male that kind of reminds me of Grey—walk up to fill his glass from a spout.
Oh, fates…
They’re draining Grey’s sister.
But why?
