I looked at the wall clock by the door and noticed how late it was; the patrolling of our border had ended about an hour ago, so I knew that Wyatt was supposed to be here by now. I stayed up for a while, waiting for him to come home, but he never did. As pitiful as it was, I cried myself to sleep, completely disappointed. A few hours later, I woke up sweating and writhing in discomfort.
In a second, I felt a sharp pain from my chest down to my stomach, and I struggled to find a way to get rid of the excruciating pain in my lower abdomen. It was far worse than my first time shifting into my wolf form, even with all my bones breaking over and over. I clutched at my stomach, feeling as though I were being torn apart from the inside. Each breath felt like I was drowning.
It was as if my body had turned against me, and I didn't know how to make it stop. I got up as fast as I could, hoping to find Wyatt, only to fall on the floor because of the shooting pain that was getting worse every time I tried to move.
"Arg!" I roared, rolling to my side and unable to breathe right.