Prince of Werewolf's, Alto August Nolan has been searching for his life mate for years, traveling all around the world. The 'Dark' prince soon gives up though when his search comes up empty- and returns to attend the Blue Moon Ceremony.
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Static.
I felt like an old television set that was desperately trying to pick up a signal. My eyes were open, but all I saw was gray. I heard no noise. Nothing, except the static background.
Panic seeped into me as I laid there. I felt nothing. My skin contacted nothing.
I was trapped in my silent void, unable to register where I was.
I don't know how much time passed before my vision cleared out. The gray static soon fuzzed away. I felt lighter, my body exhausted on its own from the experience it had just gone through. Soon I could register the texture under my skin and the feel of cloth.
The static hum in my ears faded- as voices replaced it.
Angry voice.
"What's wrong, what's happening?!"
"Get the antidote!"
"Fayette"
That one whispered word of pain caught my attention above the other shouts. I tried desperately to fight against the gray static that clung to my vision, but the more I fought, the harder it became.
"She's seizing!"
"Hold her!"
I felt warm, solid hands press me down. His hands. I would know those hands anywhere. I fought through the haze, trying to reach him but the static was too thick. I wanted him to know I was still there. I wanted to ask him what was going on.
But the static consumed me.
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I woke to the steady beeping noise. I felt an uncomfortable air push its way into my nose. I raised my hand, pulling the source of it away.
"Fayette stop."
That voice.
I opened my eyes, closing them again when they met the lights.
I felt the instrument on my nose be readjusted and the uncomfortable air continue to force its way into me.
I flickered my eyes open, squinting them.
He sat next to me. I raised my hand, and he caught it, capturing it in his own.
He exhaled as our skin made contact. I got the bearings of the surrounding room.
My bedroom. I pushed my way up. He got up and helped me, lifting me into a sitting position.
"Wha-," I stopped short and winced at the ragged pull from my throat.
