The Heartwood I don't feel the rain or the sun

She managed to sink her teeth into him again, but only for a fleeting moment. He turned and grabbed her scruff and when she felt his leg against hers, she knew what he was doing. She knew she wouldn't be able to stop it, though. Her leg slid out from under her, followed by the other three legs, and then she hit the ground hard. He was on top of her immediately, pinning her down so she couldn't get up.

She squirmed violently beneath him, her heart thundering against her ribs as her vision blacked out. She couldn't breath and the words Donovan spoke were muffled and sounded far away. Logically, she knew he wouldn't do anything, but she couldn't make her body understand that. She writhed even more, desperately trying to free herself as tears spilled from her eyes again. 

And then she could see again, and she pushed against him, panicked and desperate. Please, she practically begged. Please let me up, The words were spoken between sharp, fast inhales of breath. She was clearly terrified. Teeth snapped the air a few times, but mostly she was just struggling against him. She should be attacking him to get him off, but she was half paralyzed with fear and the flooding of unwanted memories. Please, Donovan, she used the wrong name, not able to remember what he had just told her. She couldn't take being trapped under him; surely he would register that something was wrong and let her get up.