Claire's POV
It had only felt like five minutes when I felt a searing heat in my chest. I doubled over for a second, shock consuming me. Then I snapped out of whatever shock I was in, and focused what Atticus wanted me to focus on. The poor animal.
Now, Atticus is true to his word. He returned about ten minutes later to the field bearing gifts. And by gifts, I mean such lovely deer. It made me feel guilty for what they were asking me to do.
"Now Claire, all you have to do is channel that heat into the creature. Muster as much anger and frustration as you can, and give it a go." Merlin explained to me once more, seeing as I couldn't do it the first few tries. I sighed and placed two fingers on my temple. I was getting real sick of trying to get a flame out of me.
Sensing my reluctan
