#Chapter 2 Wrong Place, Wrong Time

Celia

It's hard the breathe with the feeling of molten fire dripping down my throat and swirling through my lower abdomen. When I breathe, I feel my lungs dissipate with pressure, only to fill with a mouthful of fire again before letting the pressure resist back just for a moment. My muscles are all tensing at once, my poor wolf whining and damn near howling in my head.

I aim to scream, nothin