I wake up with a splitting headache. I'm being bumped around in the dark and it doesn't take me long to realize I'm in a trunk. I put my arms over my head to try and protect myself from getting injured. My natural instinct is to panic and I can feel it bubbling up to the surface, but I know that is the worst thing I can do right now. I take some deep breaths and think of Killian.
I think of the many lazy mornings and the way he held my hand any time we were walking through his pack because he wanted everyone to know I was his. I realize, a little bit too late, that this would make me sad, but it was effective in stopping the very imminent panic attack.
I wonder how long it's been since I was taken. My walk was already taking a long time, so there's a good chance Killian was heading my wa
