XYLA
"Xyla!" someone yelled, shaking me vigorously by the shoulders.
My eyes shot open, tears rolling down my cheeks as I stared into his green eyes.
"What's wrong?" Ashton asked, studying me with concern in his gaze. The lycans around us had all moved away, giving me space to breathe. I looked around the crowd, searching for him.
"He was..." I whispered, pointing towards the crowd.
"No one's here, Xyla," Ashton said softly, frowning as he looked over the crowd. "Are you okay?"
"I..." I lowered my gaze, my heart still raging in my chest. I took a few deep breaths, hoping I'd calm down, but my hands wouldn't stop shaking.
"Do you need to go to your room?" he asked, leaning closer. "I'm sorry, I didn't realise you'd have a panic attack."
"I... I need to leave," I whispered, nodding
