Stone Circle The demon had a spell on me

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Something has gone, and yet it was here only yesterday. She drives into the foundation of the hearth she shares with Skáld, aided by sharp claws on each brown toe, as if what’s lost can be uncovered here in the dirt. Every rise and fall of chest is an accumulation of the inescapable dread she’s always known would one day come.

Already she is pulled in two separate directions, a wild youth clamoring against the onset of adulthood. There is something uncontainable beginning to gather inside her.

Can she outrun this? If she flees, can she shelter in the isolated North, and resist the demands of her body?

She drags a forearm across bleary-eyed blinks, the piece of rosy quartz edging her vision. She cannot leave Skáld, the boy who in his short life has only known abandonment. He would think her never to return. How can she ask that of him?

But how can she possibly stay in the valley? These are smudges of things she does not understand, and of which she has no one to talk to about. She wishes her mom was here.

Her paws continue to dig for the remains of a childhood she will not find. The clock ticks on and in three days she will be in heat.