I heard my name again, and tried to open my eyes. I had never heard Alpha Walker sound so desperate before, but he was desperate now. He was holding me, and I could feel his head next to mine as he stroked my hair and kissed my forehead lightly.
A tendril of light streaked through the darkness as I opened my eyes, and I was vaguely aware of a soft light in the room that had not been there before.
The Crimson-Eye Packhouse was dark - it had always been dark, and it meant that it always felt oppressive. This room was not in the Crimson-Eye Packhouse, and I tried to push myself to sit up, because I was exhausted and in pain, but I wanted to know where I was and what was going on.
As soon as I moved slightly, Alpha Walker pressed me gently back down.
"You need to rest," he said firmly, an
