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Grayday focused as much as he could on the sound of his own breathing, slipping into a sort of half-conscious state that made him feel as though nothing existed, outside of his pain and his self. He was startingly aware of his own heartbeat, and the rush of blood underneath his skin. It was as though the venom had lit up his every vein and artery, and when he closed his eyes, he could trace each surge and flow through his body. The path was most clear closest to the bite, and the more he thought about it, the more he searched inward on himself, the less Grayday seemed aware of the outside world.

He roused himself only when another wolf came onto the scene, her voice familiar, but unplaceable in his current state. "Addie?" he begged, turning his head in her direction. A moment later, he remembered to open his eyes. A pale shadow of a woman stood before him. Not Adeline. Day let his head droop to the ground once more, and became aware all over again of how his sides heaved and labored over every breath.

Feel free to PP Grayday. He's just going to sit there and feel sorry for himself for the forseeable future.