"Elara!" Rhys shouted, his voice echoing off the metal shelves. "Where are you?"
I couldn't respond. The darkness wrapped around me like a suffocating blanket, transporting me back to that closet from thirteen years ago. The sounds of rogues tearing through our small pack house. My father's screams. Blood seeping under the closet door.
Tears streamed down my face as I huddled deeper into the corner, trying to make myself as small as possible. My lungs felt like they were collapsing. Each breath became more shallow than the last.
"Goddammit!" Rhys kicked something metallic, sending it clattering across the floor. "I'm going to kill Julian when we get out of here."
I heard him moving around, bumping into shelves, cursing under his breath. My mind barely registered his presence. All I knew was the crushing weight of the darkness and the memories it triggered.
A sob escaped my lips before I could stop it.
