The crack in my foundation

He stared in dumb, mute horror at the bones that clattered past his grip. He stared without understanding at what was now more of a jumbled pile of bones then a body. This wasn’t Zee. His wife, with her bright smile, and soft tawny colors could not be this hollow nothingness.

This wasn’t real.

None of this was real.

He might have sat there, scenting his own burning flesh and staring without seeing at these empty bones if Tamsyn hadn’t appeared beside him. He had not heard her approach, had not heard her call to him. But he felt her teeth in his scruff. He shot to his feet then. So fast he likely tore her off the ground if she was still holding on. He reached round and gripped her by the shoulder, unsheathing his claws and digging them straight into her flesh. Aiming to hurt and grip her as he pulled her bodily off him and tossed her to the ground without care. He had kept his eyes on the bones up until that point.

But he turned slowly now, turning smoulder blue eyes upon her. “Touch me again, and i will rip your limb from your body.” he couldn’t feel it, but he was beginning to shake. Violent shudders that started in his burning paws, and vibrated slowly up his body.

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