Pandora (Return Of The Lost Royal)

A sudden shock, sharp and painful, rang in my chest, tossing me to the nearest table, looking for balance. I placed my hand over my heart, terrified that I was enduring a heart attack, but then the shock pulled at me, as if something inside of me wanted me to turn back towards the ballroom. I couldn't fathom why that would be, but I didn't argue with it, because the second I tried to step in the other direction, the pain would spread through my veins. So I turned back, and slowly the pain turned into warmth that crawled through my blood and boiled in my chest. When I entered through the ballroom doors, the rumble of chatting wolves had silenced, and I found myself staring at a crowd of worried and confused faces. At the other end of the room, a man stood from a hunch position, and when our eyes met, a fire burdened in my chest that, instead of hurting me, sent pleasure throughout my veins.
And suddenly the world had stopped on its hilt.