Chapter 2 of book 2. Queen of Kings The reaction was immediate, and no matter what I told myself, I lost control of it even before it started. My heart dropped, it felt like I was pulled back into an alternate reality where I watched the Fay march in through the pack village. Sound and shapes faded out around me as I felt an unbearable need to cry. My chest started aching, my heart raging against my rib cage, and a lump threatened to suffocate me as I struggled to swallow. It was a real-time fight or fight reaction, but they conflicted one another, crashing inside me as my body began to run. All I could think of was my kids. I forgot all about Eir; there was no room for anything else as my feet carried me in a rush between small cottages and houses. Are they okay? Still with Arcane? They are fine! Of course they are! But still, all I saw was their small little faces, crying and calling out for me in desperation. Calling for their mom, and I wasn’t there! Irrational, it is irrational