Death was quiet, peaceful. It was lulling, eternal and nothing significant. It was like floating on a cloud, but distantly, and numb all the way down to your fingertips.
It was paralysis.
Panic climbed up her throat, and she shouldn't have felt so when this was what she wanted, but she did anyways.
She didn't want to die. Her mind was changed.
Agony in the most intense form, the uncontrollable way. It was swallowing her whole, taking over her head, changing the thoughts. A bucket filling with liquid black regret that seeped in through the leaking roof.
And then it was all gone, and she was in the shack.
The empty vile was at her feet, not a trace left there because it was all in her veins. Killing her, taking her energy and smudging her life force.
She looked up as the door opened, shielding her eyes with a pale hand she thought would be bound, but it wasn't. It lifted easily, as if no muscles had been depleted or malformed from such an unnatural position for months on end.
Once her eyes adjusted, no one other than her mother formed of the silhouette. They looked so much alike, but her mother had hazel eyes, but they were large and kind.
"I am sorry for leaving you all these years." A soft cupping palm to the cheek solidified the apology. Scarlett sank into such a soothing touch.
"It's okay." She murmured, even though it wasn't. She was abandoned.
Kale formulated from the light as well, stepping through her mother as she dissipated to dust. Scarlett watched the pieces float around before focusing on her Alpha.
"You said you love me, then you leave?" He asked with pain, his handsome features pulling. His wolf eyes blinked and the lupine color showed. "Why would you do that?"
"Because it's okay." The easy way out, it wasn't okay. He didn't have to know.
"No it isn't. I am bare without you. Nothing."
She shook her head.
"Come back to me."
Feeling in her toes.
Up her legs to her hips and around to her spinal column, stretching from there like a wild fire.
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COMPLETED The girl with a hunger for the wild and the boy with the unsteady hands. Trading flesh for fur each night, you wonder how it got to be this complicated. --- all rights reserved © Lasting Summit Wattys 2016