The very thing that I love's killing me and I can't conquer it

Presently, there was a meeting occurring in Ouroboros Spine. That meeting would determine the fate of the pack.

Yet its renegade Alpha, who should have been present for such important matters, was the furthest thing from present. Her mind had fallen to the point of disrepair, with the only memory left to her that of her empire. She had been a leader, but now she was a worm. A pathetic worm who could not swallow her own spit for the paralysis of her throat, who drooled on herself like a babe, and jerked and frothed feebly.

She could scarcely pull herself to her feet, and so she laid in terror at the edge of a river cutting through the Spine. Her breath came in gasps, and every attempted swallow resulted in the bucking of her head and the pouring of foam down her chest. Jinx would die within the next few hours... Until then, she lay there staring at her reflection in the river, her head filled with the sound of wind, barely even comprehending it was her.