Pressure.
All Dron could feel was pressure on his body.
He blinked a few times but could see nothing but darkness.
He tried to move his arms, then his legs, but it felt as if there were tons on top of him.
His heart ached, and his alpha raged deep inside of his chest. He was confused. His head banged with agony.
Deep in his subconscious, he could hear only one truth.
"Find her. Find Tempest."
His eyes flew open once again, and he realized that it wasn't complete darkness. There were a few slivers of light. He pushed again and could feel the jagged material of wood all around him.
He was buried.
It took him a second to gather his wits. Then the intense need to find his mate rushed through him.
Dron let out a feral roar as he pushed against the things keeping him pinned down. Wood shifted, and finally he was able to move his legs.
He pushed again and again.
"Tempest! Answer me! Tempest!" He screamed for her, but there was no response.
