One week later...
La Rue sat with Thyrious in a building she didn't recognized with people she didn't recognize. She hadn't heard who they were meeting or listened to where they were going. All she knew was that she was numb and she hadn't wanted to do anything since that night in Paletail Pack's territory. Everytime she remembered Sven's and Zenesha's mutilated bodies, she wanted to throw up. Every time she remembered, her body rebelled against the food Thyrious fed her and wanted to curl up in a ball and die.
She felt her body rise, felt her feet move, felt Thyrious's hand in hers, felt walls closing in around her. Her breath caught and she gasped for air, stopping in her tracks.
Thyrious was talking to Mauro about the dance coming up when he felt resistance from La Rue. Looking back, he saw her panicking again. Sighing, he got close and enevelped her in his arms. "Calm down, La Rue. You're going to be alright. None of it was your fault. Breathe."
"Hurt!" she cried.
