Blackfeather Woods 'Cause sometimes to stay alive you got to kill your mind

Hecate was now freaking out. The whole world was shaking, and showing no signs of stopping. This was getting very, very bad. She attempted to twist out of his grip, but no luck. The more she thought, the more she panicked. Burke would defiantly not like her infecting his wolves. He would probably kick her out. Maybe he was dragging her to Burke. She thought about trying to pull away again, but her energy was draining. 

   She kept herself awake and moving by thinking more about the sickness. She was probably in the second stage, but she felt as if she could be entering the third. In her old pack, the herbs that treated the sickness were sacred since there weren't plenty. And something told her she wasn't top priority to heal here. He was wasting his time, she wasn't worth it. The more she panicked, the more she felt awake, but everything.. wasn't important.. anymore...

 She was.. Just so... Tired..
 
No, she had to stay awake. Her legs were now numb but she moved as much as she could. Walking was a battle in and of itself. Breathing wasn't any easier. Unfortunately, the bad running reopened several of her wounds. She winced, her tail becoming rigid.