Don't Hunt Werewolves (Hanna Sanchez Novels Book 3) by Jeni Conrad

Author:Jeni Conrad [Conrad, Jeni]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-09-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Sunday night found me alone in my bed, staring up at the swirls in the ceiling spackle. I was mostly okay during the daylight hours, despite the whirlwind of ghosts, vampires, and necromancers in my life. It was when the world was quiet, and I was alone, that the anxiety and fear crept in.

It wasn’t the memories of glazed zombie eyes staring up at me or even the empty eye sockets of older zombies that bothered me the most. It wasn’t the crowded room of the vampire seethe as I was brought in before the queen.

It was the terror of not being in control of my own body.

While I had been entranced by the vampires, preventing me from contacting the ghosts for help, they could have easily given my body the command to stop breathing, and I would have suffocated right there on the plush carpet.

I hadn’t even been able to talk or go to the bathroom without their consent. I might not have even been able to blink.

I’d read online about panic attacks and tried to employ some of the tactics in dealing with them. First, I acknowledged that I might be having an attack or feelings of intense anxiety, that these feelings were situational inside my head, and there was nothing threatening going on at the moment.

I was safe in my bed with Caleb watching over me, or, at the least, with a protection spell around my house that was supposed to protect us from creepy things in the dark.

Repeating these reassurances in my head did not help much.

I tried distracting myself, focusing on my breathing. Forcing my brain to only think about the air that went in and out of my chest. I brought it in slowly and exhaled slowly. This only worked as long as I kept focused. Too bad being focused wasn’t one of my strengths.

Conversations from the day floated into my mind. Along with it, came the anxiety of probably having said or done something to offend or upset someone without even meaning to.

I realized then there was definitely someone I could and should apologize to as soon as I was able. While he might not enjoy being summoned right at that moment, he was just going to have to deal with it.

“Yes, my master?” Brandon said with a flat voice as he appeared inside my room, standing next to my bed.

My breathing had gotten out of control, and it was all I could do to keep gasping without dissolving into screams that would surely awake Mom and Trina. The last thing I wanted was for them to have more worry.

It only took a few milliseconds of strained breathing before Brandon’s heart thawed, and he dropped to his knees. His face was inches from mine, and his glowing blue eyes were earnestly focused on my face. “Oh, Hanna. It’s okay. I’m here. Just breathe. All you have to do is breathe right now. Don’t worry about anything else. School doesn’t matter. Homework doesn’t matter.

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