“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” Anna grunted and tried breathing, but the pain in her stomach was too strong. “I don’t, I don’t feel well.”
“Shit. Anna? Can you hear me?”
She could, but there was no room to answer. Her brain was being bombarded with so many emotions.
Anger at her sister. Desire for her mate. Eagerness to run in the snow and play like a wild thing.
It was like something inside of her was biting and scratching against her skin. The tearing and burning sensations were growing. Her nerve-endings screamed as the feelings intensified. Her gums ached, hell, even her nailbeds hurt.
“What is happening?” she looked down and screeched.
“Oh fuck,” Lance growled, eyes wide.