The headache returned, like an old friend come to greet me. I rested my forehead on the cold metal of the table again and tried to think. Or not to think. I had no idea which one to pick, but the images my wolf had shown me came back. She'd only shifted my freaking head so she could tap into her mind and give me something of hers. A memory.
But those images meant nothing to me. I'd never seen that man and that woman and those soldiers before in my life.
Could Wayne be right? Could a person somehow get into your head and make you do things you don't want to do, without you even realizing it?
Very hard to believe.
