Bailey POV
No. No, no, no. My mind is screaming, my lycan filled with pure rage as I wrestle to keep him under control, the pain coming over me in nauseating waves. I can't speak, I can't move. I am motionless, on the floor, my mouth open as I scream, the sound filling the air. I hear the sounds of footsteps running from behind me, as Damien tries to stand me up with no success. The pain begins to ebb and I inhale sharply, feeling exhausted, unable to stand without Damien's assistance, Thomas and the elder's standing in the doorway, looking grim. For a moment nothing is said. I clutch my neck, the pain still throbbing. I can't believe it. My fury is growing, my lycan is about to tear somebody from limb to limb.
"This is not good"
My eyes flash at the elders "he marked her" My voice ra
