All Chapters of TOO LATE, MY LUNA: Chapter 11

I woke at three in the morning with a sound coming out of my throat that I did not recognise as my own voice.It took me several seconds to understand what was happening, that I was awake and in my room in Nightfall and not back in the ceremonial circle, because the rejection bond had been so vivid in the dream that the boundary between sleeping and waking had dissolved completely. I was sitting upright in the bed with both hands pressed against my chest and my heart slamming so hard I could feel it in my fingertips, and the bond was tearing through me in waves the way it had on the night of the ceremony, hot and vicious and completely indifferent to the fact that I was supposed to be healing.I pressed the heels of my hands against my sternum and breathed slowly and deliberately, counting each breath the way Sena had taught us in early morning training when she wanted us to bring our heart rates down after a hard set. In for four counts. Hold for four. Out for four. I did it over an