The devil you know

She had no fight left to give. The only blessing was that consciousness escaped her. She slipped under, falling into the sky. Free, free at last. She found she had less regrets than she expected…


Someone was touching her, their warmth pulling her consciousness out from whatever dark corner it had crawled to. Death was more painful then it had any right to be. She heard their words, but their meaning didn't penetrate. Not yet. All she knew was that it was another wolf. She wasn't dead after all. It was so much worse, she had been found. “No, won't go back, I can't, I promised” her hoarse voice was a dry raspy whisper. Delirious, and while her eyes were open she wasn't really seeing the wolf there with her.


"Speech"