The growl made Daniel's heart race, peaking in a way that made him worry he was going to lose consciousness. He was pretty sure that would be a bad idea, mostly because he wasn't entirely certain that if it happened, he would ever wake up.

And he did, because he had no choice. Holding still, shaking but unable to do more than that. Caught up in that spell, the magic that held him still despite the raging that went on in his head, the pain and panic that coursed through him.

He stayed still, chin up, not moving though he almost wanted to flee. He was almost glad that Dylan had done something to stop him from doing just that.

"What do you want?"