Damien and Aria were trapped in emotion-reality for hours, but it felt like days.
Everything was physical here; their grief over lost packmates was thorns that tore at their skin, and their fear of losing Luna was creatures that hunted them.
Luna's message said 72 hours. "We're running out of time," Aria said, burning another wave of fear-creatures with priestess fire. "We must leave."
Damien and his mate fought back-to-back, with his alpha dominance creating safe zones. "How do we escape our emotions?"
Every time we kill these creatures, we reject our feelings. What if we felt?" Aria thought. "By accepting them instead of fighting them," she realized.
Defying every survival instinct, they stopped fighting and let the grief-landscape and fear-creatures surround them.
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