Redhawk Caldera You're nothing but a pack of smokes and a bag of tricks.

there really is nothing like turning up somewhere to find your ex dead.
it evokes one hundred emotions a second, all of which thrummed through teya the second she arrived on scene.
sorana's screaming had echoed violently enough to bring her mother into action before bronco called. but she was grateful for it anyway, forcing her nauseated body into a faster run.
bronco, bridget, reyes, sorana — reyes
her belly lurched dangerously. the medic and her mate were leaning over the man, trying to bring breath back into him. automatically teya reached for sorana, trying to bring the girl's focus onto herself.
"hey, hey, hey," she said in a voice numb and thick and filling her mouth too loudly and too oddly.
"look at me," again, and pleading entered her tones, and now tears were spilling crazily down her face and her breath was becoming a sob as teya started to panic.
panic? for what reason? who could know;
panicking because her ears didn't hear reyes draw a breath; panicking because she had not expected to feel something tear away from deep inside her heart, replaced by a whoosh of open air that burnt the newly raw place.
oh, reyes!
but the raven kept her focus on sorana, willing her daughter to look — at her. away. away from —