CHAPTER 8

"Diane! Can you hear me?"

Elena's voice cut through the chaos, pulling me from the frenzied spiral of my senses. I blinked, suddenly realizing I was back in the dim confines of my private chambers, shuddering and drenched in a cold sweat.

"Seven hells, you were projecting one helluva nightmare there, Princess," Elena said, real concern furrowing her brow. "Thought you might've slipped into a friggin' coma for a minute."

I shook my head sluggishly, struggling to reorient after being so violently wrenched from the rogue alpha's eldritch realm. "No, I...I was..."

The nightmarish vision of his true abyssal form reasserted itself in vivid detail, making me retch...