Page 62 of Unhinged Alphas

Want to hear it.

Want to hear the sound of sunshine.

Want to somehow be the cause of it.

Eyes heavy. No. Stay awake. Protect.

But she's so warm. So soft. So...

Darkness.

Peace.

And then...

Shouting. Urgent. Familiar voices.

Snap awake. On alert.

Ivy stirs.

Door bursts open. They're here.

Plague.

Thane.

Whiskey.

Frozen in doorway.

Staring. Shock. Anger? Fear?

Snarl, rage burning.

Pull Ivy closer. Instinct. Protect.

She whimpers. Still connected. Knotted.

Freeze. Can't hurt her.

But… vulnerable.

Not used to this.

Not able to protect.

No… not enemies.

Pack.

"There she is," Whiskey groans.

Ivy stirs more. Waking.

"Wraith?" she asks.

Sleepy. Confused.