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Cyra
Everything is foggy in my head, like my mind is filled with clouds or something, dark clouds right now. It’s hard to stay aware of what’s going on around me. The heat has never hit me this bad, or this fast, and I struggle to think straight. The world around me feels unreal, it feels like everything is dampened by something, like I’m moving through molasses, like I’m trying to hear with plugs in my ears, like I’m trying to look through frosted glass. It’s all distorted, and feels far away.
But Zack and Liam fighting a short distance away, both growling in animalistic ways, their sounds reaching something inside me, that came through clear enough. I don’t have to hear them well to know what’s happening, their growling, their grunting, my shifter instinct is panicking because they
