Something Feral

Lysandra's POV

The heavy canvas tent flap dropped shut, cutting off the rhythmic clatter of Vorlund's patrolling soldiers outside. The instant the thick fabric sealed us inside, the stifling pressure in my chest demanded release. I tore the tight leather mask off my face and hurled it onto the large wooden table in the center of the room. It skidded over the scattered tactical maps, knocking a br