47 - The Light

~Parker’s Point of View~

My hands roughly grip the grass below me, furious I can’t shift. Poor Crush is literally hanging on by a thread desperately, keeping us able to mind-link.

There’s not only wolfsbane in my system but the truth serum that we use on our enemies. It’s an absolutely shit combination I never imagined being on the receiving end of experiencing. But it’s now crippled me for days.

There’s not only the physical agony, but the mind fuck of knowing I spilled my guts about literally everything they asked me. There’s some trigger in your brain that won’t let you lie when you’re on the drug but if you can keep your wits about you, you can be smart enough not to add to things. Only answer what they ask, no more … no less. I learned that in my time out in the world. A pack gave me the drug and tested me, and right now I couldn’t be more grateful for the test. But I wasn’t physically useless then. I can’t fight this drug in any way.

The rogues had asked me where Hannah was