GRAYSON

My wolf was practically screaming, waking me up from a sleep full of nightmares.

My head was pounding as he howled his displeasure, pushing me to wake up.

I groaned, shifting my weight on the mattress.

What the fuck is going on? Where am I?

“Alpha,” I heard a voice say in the distance, “Alpha, wake up.”

I groaned again, wanting to push away the too-loud voice until I figured out what was happening.

Why’s he yelling, anyway?

Something was off. Everything around me felt softer, harder, sharper, more textured than ever before. I gripped the sheets beneath me, tightening my hands into fists around them. It was as...