The Unraveling - It Burns

Everything happens so fucking quickly she can barely react. One second she's lunging toward the worm, aiming to grab hold of another tendril and tear it clean off the worm. It was wishful thinking, but how else could they take this monstrous thing down? Not that she gave a damn about anyone here, not really, but something like this wasn't just a threat to those immediately surrounding it. Anyone she cared about could be in danger, Not that there were more than a few wolves that met that criteria.

A tendril goes lashing out toward her, sending searing pain across her cheek. The force of the attack is enough to send her sprawling backwards, her head colliding with the ground with a sickening thud. The pain is abrupt and all-consuming, a white-hot flash of pure agony, before suddenly her world goes black.