Not the homecoming I wanted

*Motif* · 12-20-2021, 01:34 AM

She was in shock. She could feel it like a numbness in her veins. Cold, cold like the way her skin felt on her bones. Cold, like the tremors that wracked through her body. The blood trailing down her side was warm, though she could barely feel it. All she could feel was the arms of her lover about her. The look of fear in his eyes as he told her to run. She could feel his last breath as she disobeyed him, returning to his dying side. The bear beside him, dying. Both of them, dying.

She hadn’t thought the bear would have the strength to stand, and the shock of it had taken her by surprise. Its death throes, its claws on her stomach. There were gaps missing from her memory. She did not remember leaving the body of her love, of arriving outside the vaguely familiar borders of a pack that smelled only faintly of family.

She stopped at the scent markers, some primal part of her brain telling her not to cross. It was here she collapsed, falling pinto the hard-packed earth as her stomach began to convulse. Weak, so weak. She couldn’t even feel them moving inside of her, not anymore. But her body gave her no respite. A cry of pain and terror tore through her as the contractions began. Right there, on the border of Fireside.

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Not the homecoming I wanted

Laz

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