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Pain wracked the young boys body. In mere seconds it had changed from dull ache to thundering roar making him crumple to his knees and scream. Tears jumped to his eyes as he lay there breathing hard, trying to keep from screaming again. It seamed that every muscle in his lower abdomen was realigning itself and forcing his internal organs to move. Then a tightness hit his chest. He felt trapped by the armour that he wore. What in the name of the seven hells was happening? And how the fuck did he make it stop? He felt eyes on him and looked up, breathing hard.
"Alpha...."
Speaking hurt. Breathing hurt. But he couldn't look weak. He pushed himself up. Something was wrong. Something was off. He tried to figure out what it was. Suddenly it clicked. His center of gravity was off. He made the compensation before meeting his leaders eyes again.
"Are you alright?" Alexander asked.
Somre pushed a strand of hair with the back of his hand, wiping away a thin layer of sweat. His eyes dropped reflexively as he checked himself for damage. That was when it hit him. The view had changed. He could see ... something through the gap in the zip... Something that looked a lot like cleavage. He ran his hand over the new landscape, gasping.
"What's wrong, Freyja?" Alexander was standing beside him.
How could he not see what was wrong? What the hell? Somre could only point, not able to find the words.
"Ah ... um ... I see. Can you make them go away?" Alexander asked.
"I don't..." Somre started.
But then pain wracked him again and he braced himself against the bulkhead. Everything shifted again. Blood dripped from his lip where his teeth caught it as they stifled another scream. He would not scream. He would not scream. He would not scream. Then as suddenly as it started, everything stopped and he was left in a boneless heap against the bulkhead. A quick look told him that everything was back the way it should be, something he was grateful for. A hand patted him on the back and he looked up into Alexander's eyes.
"Good job... Now, give Fenris a hand with the bags!"
And that was it. It was over now, not to be mentioned again because talking would lead to questions and the only being that could answer the questions was gone.