My chest tightened as I watched Liyah rake her fingers through her hair. From the helpless look on her face, I knew she was close to tears. We had been at it again today since early this morning. We had tried basically everything I could think of.
I had taken her into the woods to go hunting, hoping her wolf would sense the presence of game and come alive. When that didn't work, I had cut the deer I had caught into pieces. If she felt a thirst for the blood then we were on the right track. But the only effect it had on her was the projection of vomit. It disgusted her to the core.
After that we had tried to put her in a position where she was in danger. A connection with one's wolf was built in such a way that it was designed to protect her. I had been reluctant to try out this method because I was scared of her getting hurt. But after much pleading I gave in. The distance I had to push her from was not a very far one but I was scared nonetheless.
When she landed badly in the bed of flowers below, I jumped down after her in fear that she had gone out. Luckily she was unhurt. Sad but uninjured. But she wouldn't stop.
Now she stood helpless and close to tears and I had no idea what to do or how to help her. My hands clenched into fists as she began to sob.