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A whimper escaped her when the black she-wolf with yellow eyes appeared. But instead of cryptic warnings, she offered her help.

Haunt tried to speak, yet her tongue felt heavy, just like the deadened half of her body. She made some sounds, yet none of them really resembled words. She whined her terror.

It came back to her now, in a sudden rush: she'd taken a hit during the hunt with Avicus and Erzulie. And the nightmares had begun that same night.

But despite everything, she felt incredibly lucid now. With some difficulty, Haunt's gaze lifted to the woman's face and she realized her eyes weren't the right color. Was this not Raleska's revenant?

"H...h...el...me," Haunt managed, stretching out her stumped foreleg toward the stranger. She wanted to tell her to fetch someone from Sapphique.

But a terrible dread stiffened the functional half of her body. What could anyone possibly do for her? Haunt knew very little about medicine but some part of her sensed there was no coming back from this.