NOT GONNA MAKE IT THROUGH THIS

Crimson tears fell from the girl's bloodshot sapphire eyes, her body hot with a fever. Insanity was striking every bit of her mind, hallucinations flooding her eyesight. The female would blink three times and see her mother and father standing in front of her, bloodied muzzles snapping at the fae. "Get the fuck away!" She would snarl, attempting to sprint away from her insanity.

She would stop after a while of running, worried calls reaching her ears from the wolves in the Tortuga pack. She knew she was in her pack's territory, but where exactly was she? Misha would shake her head, sending bloody tears dripping onto the fresh falling blanket of snow. She would growl and turn her headm=, glancing around. Suddenly she would spot the hazy figure of her old mate Ahote, standing in the snowfall. "Ahote!" She would cry out, running to his figure. But, when she met at his form, his mirage slowly faded into the white background. Scarlet red tears would leave her bloodshot eyes, the fae taking in a deep breath. "I'm going fucking crazy," she would say, her muffled sobs quickly interrupted by her thoughts. Tortuga. Roamer. Qanik. My pack.
She would run her weak form to her pack mates, panting heavily when she arrived, glancing around before collapsing onto the ground from exhaustion.