In My Blood

Everything had gone to hell in a handbasket faster than Kali could blink. Her mother had gone into labor and delivered her siblings the day before, barely making it due to the crystals growing out of several orifices of her body. Worse yet, she herself had started growing crystals and they hurt like absolute hell. She’d tried, in a fit of panic, to pry them from her skin but she’d nearly blacked out from the pain. Those she did manage to break off had left her with more than she’d had before, enlightening her to how even more fucked up everything was. Several other members of the pack were sick and it was all hands on deck to make sure everyone was taken care of.

At least it should have been.

Kali had noticed the deteriorating mental state of one of their members, Aryn, in passing. She’d noticed her mumbling to herself, pacing, the general wild look in her eyes, but she’d assumed it would just pass. Yet, when she saw the woman racing from the borders, she got a sick feeling in her stomach. She’d stumbled after her, squinting with her one good eye as crystals had encrusted her pink one and grew out of the ear on the opposite side. She was partially blind and partially deaf, but that didn’t mean she was going to let one of their own slip off into the night. Especially not a healer when they needed them the most.

She watched the woman fall to the ground, screaming at nothing, and she stumbled into her path. ”Where do you think you’re going?” she said, suspicion clear in her expression. She had better have a good explanation.