Logan's POV
For the second time today, I come back to my body with a harsh gasp.
Air floods my lungs like fire, my chest jerks upright as if I've been drowning and someone just yanked me out of the water. My whole body shakes. I'm so cold, I feel like I've been dunked in ice. My hands scramble against the dirt and I dry heave helplessly, curling onto my side. My head spins so violently I think I might vomit.
Rowan is on the ground across from me, doing the same— breathing like he's choking on the night air, his fingers clawing into the painted circle that still glows faintly around us. Caleb drops to a knee beside him, steadying him, pulling him up by the shoulder. Rowan groans, presses a hand to his temple and grimaces like he's trying to keep his skull from splitting apart.
The elders hurry to my front before I can fully regain my vision. They drop to their knees, foreheads to the dirt. Every single one of them bowing low to me.
