The dooming feeling below my stomach intensifies. Juniper takes over chanting at me I shouldn’t back down.
Is this what it feels when someone stares death in the eyes?
The lack of air in the lungs. Memories of all your life flash through your mind. Are words escaping your mouth?
This is worse than what I felt years while I was here. Right now, I feel like I deserve her menacing eyes, after all, I left my home pack and here I am, a rogue, discussing how to fight against rogues. What a disaster!
I am crippled by the sudden wave of anxiety. My lungs are closing. Is the hall getting smaller?
My palm holds the edge of the table tightly. Mom’s challenging eyes are still on mine. Does she see how scared and pathetic I am getting? “Don’t say that. She will give up, soon. She isn’t here to tor
