What the he ll?

Leah pitches sideways onto the floor and convulses.

She gags and coughs again and more blood splatters the ground.

This isn’t panic or even some manic episode. This is more than grief.

Something is very wrong.

I jam my phone and keys into my pocket and sweep Leah up into my arms. I don’t bother with shoes or locking the door. I barrel out of the little cabin and start the hike up the incline, running as much as I can and only slowing so I don’t jostle her too hard or let her fall.

She’s wheezing and she doesn’t smell right.

body is cold and light and she groans with every

movement.

she might be

of a dead son or husband. And our warriors coming back, they would lose

rage I unleashed…it definitely played a part in this

Leah knew the

many ways I’ve

gasping in earnest and I listen for her heartbeat. She wails and twitches then goes lifeless in my arms. I lift her body to my ear and press her chest to my head listening for her pulse, but

howls in my head.

own heart is racing.

her against me so her face is close

she doesn’t move, doesn’t

the mountain and debate whether to put her down and begin CPR

isn’t a wolf where I can command

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