“Soft spots,” Zane says as I struggle to breathe.
“Donnie, you're hurting me,” I shriek as I gasp for breath feeling like I am being crushed to death.
“Fight or flight, he isn’t hurting you; Sage, relax, he is showing you. Panic will get your adrenaline pumping, calm down and think,” Zane says. They were insane; this wasn’t helping me but suffocating me.
“You can’t shift, Sage, but that doesn't mean you are defenseless; you're still a wolf,” he says as I try to shift his weight.
“Claws,” Sierra says, coming forward, feeling my panic, and I feel my claws slip from my fingertips before sinking them into his side.
Donnie shifts slightly but doesn’t get off; instead presses his head down, sniffing the top of my head.
I claw at him, not seeing the point in this because I am omega even shi
