Tyrell's POV
It's been ages since I felt this vulnerable, a swirl of dizziness clouding my senses, struggling to piece together where I am and where I've been. Something's not right. My throat parched, each feeble swallow feels like it's tearing through the dryness in my gut. Heavy eyelids weigh me down like stones, yet distant whispers reach my ears in hushed tones.
My body feels burdened, an unfamiliar sensation coursing through me. I yearn for sleep, but my bed eludes me, and I'm lost in an unknown position, unable to pry open my heavy eyes.
"Pour it on them," a familiar, harsh voice cuts through my foggy consciousness. It's my brother's. Vague memories emerge—his plan to raid the pack, Sheilah's intervention, and my clash with Luca. Darkness shrouds the rest. Panic grips me; I must
