The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Sheila's point of view
Lorenzo's chants began to filter into my mind, and suddenly, I felt a pain slit through my skull, stabbing at my soul. I couldn't stop
the sharp shrills that left my lips but I held unto Lorenzo's hands that were on my temples. I didn't want him to stop, I had to get
to the bottom of this.
My screams intensified as blood began to drip from my nose and the pain within me grew worse.
"We have to stop. It's not working," I heard Lorenzo's voice echo through the pain, but I held him tightly. "No, keep going," I
yelled back, feeling a deep pain in my chest.
He kept on chanting for a few more minutes before stopping abruptly.
"Why did you stop?" I couldn't keep the rage and frustration from my voice.
"It's not working, Sheila," he voiced quietly, handing a small piece of cloth to me. "Like before, I can't get into your mind, let alone
access your memories," he said, settling into the chair next to mine.
"So, what do we do now?" I wiped off the trail of blood from my nose, and inhaled deeply, expelling my sudden rage and
frustration as I brushed my brown hair back, my deep blue eyes moving to Lorenzo.
"I might not be able to get into your mind and access your memories, but there's another way we can go about it."
I leaned closer to Lorenzo as he explained what he had in mind. It wasn't difficult at all, and only needed a drop of my blood.