Wheeling Gull Isle suffering

She could barely hear any of the words that the male spoke to her as they began their walk up the beach away from the water. She wasn’t sure where exactly they were going and the walk felt like it was taking a hundred years. Each step took so much out of her that she thought she would collapse at any time. She leaned heavily on him, too tired and out of it to care if she was heavy or not. Probably she wasn’t too heavy, starving as she was. Her ribs stuck out from her body even through the fur. She looked like she was a walking cadaver for all the meat on her bones. Her eyes were sunken and had lost their light. Her breathing was ragged. Fighting immediately after awakening on the island had been a terrible idea. Whatever strength she’d had when she’d woken up had been sapped by her scuffle with the ghost and now she was paying the price for it. If the dark male currently pressing against her side had not shown up, she surely would have died. She let her mind go blank and let him lead her where he would.

Eventually they made it to wherever he was taking her, and she passed out as he began to tend her wounds. When she awoke some time later, he was gone.