The knot in Luke's chest tightened as he sat in the quiet of the stable, his back pressed against a stack of hay bales. His mind churned, unable to push aside the waves of fear that swirled within. No matter how much he told himself to stop worrying, it didn't work. It clawed at him like an itch beneath his skin, urging him to do anything. His breath quickened, and a dull throb built behind his eyes.
He ran his hands through his hair, gripping it as if the pressure might stop the spiral of thoughts. If he knew how capable the people of Nateron were and had seen them rise through impossible odds before, why was he scared now?
