Lyra’s POV
“Breathe” I heard Rhyker’s sturdy voice behind me, “take deep breaths and shift your focus to your mind.
Sweat dripped from my forehead to the ground at a rapid rate. We had been here for over four hours and I still hadn't gotten the hang of this and Rhyker wouldn't let me leave. Damn it, why couldn't I shift?!
“Focus Lyra” he snapped and I flinched as the memory of all my trauma began to come at me with the speed of lightning.
My breathing hitched and it felt like the walls were closing in on me. With every blink came a flash of violence I had been subjected to. I held my chest when my heart began to race.
I bit my lip as I shook my head in a bid to erase the memory. I had to focus. Needed to focus. But no amount of shaking helped.
“....Lyra you're not listening” Rhyker’s
