Talia observed Damon, and she could see him clearly, but the whole view appeared like she was sitting in the back seat of a car and looking in front.
She could see things, smell Damon's addictive scent, hear the noise that was made by the critters in the bushes around them, and feel the light breeze caressing her skin. It was a strange feeling of knowing she was right there and that was her body, yet she didn't have control over it. The last time her wolf took over, it happened too quickly for her to process it, but now Talia realized she was the spectator and the whole experience left her unsettled.
'You get used to it', Talia's wolf spoke.
Talia was not sure she wanted to get used to this.
Damon's hands reached for Talia's and both of their wolves jolted at the contact that was charged with the sparks of their bond.
