ELARA
Instinctively, I wrapped my arms tightly around Gerald, pushing my head into his chest, determined to seek refuge against the demonic voices in my head taunting me, that I almost forgot he was the prime cause of my panic attack. I expected him to withdraw from me, hurl insults, or exhibit one of his usual behaviors that I was accustomed to, that I was comfortable with. Surprisingly, just like the first time he saved me in the dark room, he held me close, muttering soothing nothings as his fingers stroked my back.
"Alpha," the voice of the old witch filtered through to me. Agatha, as I had discovered was her name, her voice even and considerate, unlike her usual demeanour. "The water."
"Hellcat," Gerald whispered, nudging my arm slightly. "Are you fit to stand a little?" Was it the
