Gostea
Being locked away by my parents as a child left me with severe claustrophobia.
Every time it flared up, I not only lost my voice but also lost my ability to use the mind-link with anyone in the pack.
In my parents' eyes, a strong werewolf should have gotten over something that happened so long ago.
Each time I lost my voice, only Alpha Caius Thorne stayed by my side.
He kept notepads and pens throughout the estate and kept our conversation pinned to the top of his messages. He even learned sign language just for me.
When another episode struck, I signed to him with trembling hands.
"Does this ever make you tired of me?"
My mate's scent enveloped me, calming my restless wolf.
"Never. If anything, I'm glad we have a language that's just ours."
Then Sage Mercer returned. She was a human healer and one of my closest friends.
She tricked me into entering an underground stone chamber and locked me inside.
The sealed space triggered another episode.
I couldn't call for Caius, even though he was standing right outside the door.
All I could do was sign frantically.
But he acted like he didn't understand and stood there as Sage sealed the heavy stone door.
Panic took over.
I shifted into my wolf form and threw myself against the door with everything I had.
Again and again, I slammed into it until my body was drenched in blood, yet not a single cry for help escaped my throat.
Then I heard Sage speaking to Caius on the other side of the door.
"Elara has to face her trauma head-on.
Protecting her every time this happens won't help her get better.
"A Luna represents her pack. With a condition like hers, she'll only hold you back.
"Once she can call out for help on her own, we'll let her out."
Caius said nothing.
I understood his silence for what it was: agreement.
So that was how Caius really saw me.
A burden.
But they had forgotten this underground chamber was designed to hold untamable beasts.
Once the heavy door was sealed, almost no fresh air could get inside.
No matter