Pain. Blinding, overwhelming pain shot through my head, bringing me to my knees. I clutched at my temples, my breath catching in my throat as tears spilled down my cheeks.
"Seraphina!" Landon's voice sounded distant, muffled by the roaring in my ears.
We'd been visiting one of the outlying packs, inspecting their new training grounds. Everything had been fine—normal conversations, polite introductions. Then, without warning, this crippling agony.
But it wasn't just physical pain. Emotions surged through me like a tidal wave—grief, terror, betrayal. So powerful, so raw that they felt like they were tearing me apart from the inside. Yet they weren't connected to any specific memory I could grasp.
I curled in on myself, sobbing uncontrollably. Strong arms lifted me, cradling me against a broad chest.
"What the hell happened?" Landon demanded, his voice vibrating through me.
"I don't know, my King," someone stammered. "She was just standing there and then—"