Anabel.
My hands were shaking uncontrollably, every single nerve in my body stretched to its absolute breaking point. A relentless, agonizing panic consumed my thoughts, whispering horrifying scenarios of what would happen if anyone ever found out about what had transpired between Vincent and me.
If the truth came to light, if even a single whisper escaped into the pack, I would be utterly ruined and destroyed beyond repair.
My pulse hammered wildly against my ribs, and suddenly, a strange, overwhelming heaviness settled right behind my eyes.
The entire room seemed to tilt violently on its axis, a wave of profound dizziness washing over me so fast that I had to reach out to grab the edge of the nearest wooden table just to keep my balance.
Then, without warning, my stomach churned violently.
A sudden, sharp wave of nausea hit my throat. I gasped, clapping both hands tightly over my mouth as my stomach heaved again.
