Blackfeather Woods Drink me

She shivered against him, finding it hard to catch her breath even to deliver enough oxygen to her lungs, let alone answer his question. So she sat pressed against him for a few long moments before she could even pull her head back to look at him. She stared up at him with wide, frightened eyes, her pupils blown up so big there was none of the fiery orange left. Th—They were chasing me. So many of them. I did not know what they were. Did not know what to do. She was shivering again, her words choppy and holding none to the steadiness they usually did. I had to get away. Had to find you. It was the only way she could be safe. Safe—I wanted to be safe. She started to hyperventilate. She pushed her face back into the fur of his throat—her spot under his chin. It felt safe there, and she clung to him and that feeling as if it would all fall away at any moment. Please stay, she shakily whispered. Please.