บท 232: THE STORM

Clem woke first. 

He stirred, while allowing his eyes and mind to recall his surroundings.

He jerked up immediately, sitting up instantly, not minding the sharp pain that assailed his hips and hands, as he took an inventory of his memories.

He remembered that he had been flung away so weightlessly by the wind; some kind of controlled wind rather.

Where had the force that had thrown him away come from?

Who had wielded it?

He turned around him sharply as he remembered the redhead, his friend's mate, and their soon to be Luna.

He should be protecting her.

But his eyes didn't locate her anywhere, rather it stayed on another heap by the other side of the road.

Shane.

Shane! He called through their mind link, getting up frantically, a bit scared, a bit worried.

He hasn't seen the redhead yet.