The following morning I had calmed down back to my old self again. Embarrassed by my behaviour I’d displayed in-front of Lycaon. A panic attack was something I had never experienced before, the overwhelming anxiety crippled me in the heat of the moment and it scared the hell out of me. After a long nights sleep I had enough rest to allow me to uncross all the wires in my brain and process my fears one at a time.
‘Good morning sleepy head, how are you feeling?’ The bed dipped beside me as I was greeted with a large mug of fresh coffee and a worried look upon Lycaons face.
As I opened my mouth to speak a yawn escaped. ‘Tired, thanks for this, and for last night I’m..’
Before I could finish saying sorry he interrupted ‘do not apologise Stella!’ He hugged me as much as he could without spi
