Terror would cause the wraith to retreat from her, eyes would remain wide as blood flowed freely from them. Her breath was taken in quick gulps, and stillage felt as though she couldn't get enough oxygen. While gasping her father's form would transform again as her hallucination withdrew its hold. Dutiron would stand before her, his face filled with horror and confusion. His words would try to soothe her, their meaning blasting through the absolute terror she felt. A girl. That's how she saw herself then, a tiny pup in need of protecting. Her lover and mate would stand at the entrance of their den, she could see how much he cared for her in that instance. A whimper would leave her lips, what was happening to her? "Dutiron..." her voice was weak as she called out for him. The sickness beginning to make her body tremble.?
