Stone Circle the sky is bruised purple like wine

He does not say anything else to her and the silence remains between them. She doesn’t exactly know what she’s gotten in to but the chill of his threat seems through thin skin into the depths of her bones. She closes her green eyes and tries to muster an ounce of strength to do... anything but all she wants is to run. If she ran, he’d chase her down, and she wouldn’t get far before his words come true. The last thing she wants is for what little of her family (are they still her family, after all?) she has left to see her dead, though nor does she want them to see her like this.

Bound between a rock and a hard place, she slowly slinks down to the ground and caves in on herself. The scent of another is not far now and she stares at the ground. It’s familiar and feminine and she thinks of Valette but a level of uncertainty remains until she looks up and sees the form materialize. It had been so long since she’d seen the woman that she forced her gaze to the ground and stared hard even as she spoke. All she could hear was her saying Steady had passed away and nothing else. She’d been upset, and displeased with Grayday, that she lumped it all together that she’d been displeased with her too and hadn’t wanted to see her.

Perhaps if she’d known he would bring her here, she would have done things differently. Wardruna speaks as if she cannot speak for herself and her tongue slides roughly over her lips and she’s unable to lodge the knot in her throat that keeps her from speaking. Dull green eyes look up at Wardruna briefly as he explains what happens, shedding the lizard skin of the man that threatened her to please Valette and defend his reasoning for taking her in but when she glances at the alpha, she isn’t fully sure of who she is. She is but a faint resemblance of Adeline but the dead girl is living inside the hollow, skeletal wolf she has become.