Phoebe's POV
I jolted awake, a sharp gasp escaping my lips. My head pounded as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. The haze in my mind slowly cleared, and fragments of last night crashed back into my consciousness.
Allen had slipped me wolfbane—that potent alcohol designed to intoxicate shifters. He'd given it to me as a shot, sending it straight into my bloodstream. The effect hit me like a freight train, but there had been something else... a euphoria I'd never experienced before.
For those fleeting moments, I'd felt weightless, free from every burden that crushed my spirit. It was the first time I'd felt truly happy since Perry had marked me as his mate.
But even that joy paled in comparison to what I'd felt last night. It had been intoxicating.
I tried to move, but something heavy pinned me down. Dread pooled in my stomach as I looked down to find one of the warriors sprawled naked across my body. Not Allen.
