Forty

The drive to the airport is relatively quiet, York occasionally groaning in pain in his seat.

Avery shoots him worried looks, and when he catches on, he turns the other way, his back facing her and his head against the window.

His new position seems to make things a lot worse, and he quickly flips back over, his hand flying out to scrabble for his water bottle desperately.

Ezra, his wolf, is freaking out. He can't calm himself down, and all he can feel is his heart racing as sweat builds upon his brow and neck.

"Avery," he gasps, panting for air as his sister roars to the guards to stop the car.

She quickly drags him out of the vehicle, ripping open his shirt and tilting his head back.

"Is this a panic attack or something else?" She asks, looking into his eyes as he starts convulsing.

We don't know, Ezra links to Sonya, and she can hear the terror in his voice as he loses control of his body and stops responding to her.

Avery curses under her breath, the guards all standing around her