| The Message

Damn! That light was bright. Natalie groaned as sharp, icy pains began shooting rhythmically through her head. Oh God, she wasn't going to throw up, was she? She sure felt like it. Confused and dazed, she peered around her to see the entire pack hovering. 

Genny pushed her way through the enforcers. "How're you feeling?"

"Like my head has been stomped on. Repeatedly. By a giant." Tentatively she brought her hand to her forehead and moaned at the feel of the bump. Realizing she was on the floor, she tried pulling herself up, but her body was like jello and her elbows gave out. She slipped onto her back again, but that was okay because she didn't feel like doing anything.

Carefully, Dominic scooped her up and held her against his chest. Begrudgingly he allowed her - his stubborn mate - to take over holding the ice pack to her head. "You fucking scared me." 

"Do you feel dizzy, honey? Disorientated?" asked Genny, biting her lower lip.