Wheeling Gull Isle My Order has detected an abnormal amount of transliminal energy

she stood over ana with every blade of fur on end. her voice, so often silent, filled the den in keen cascades — rising even as a shadow stole between them. 

heda. mother. ava’s throat constricted in a child’s inconsolable wail — the snarls gurgling out to something indecipherable and wild;

a madness spread beneath her skin and made its home in her veins. the image of john burned in her mind. 

ana was pulled out from under her but ava did not react; she was sightless and senseless by shock, and it was not until heda gently ushered her to lie down did her cries cease, trickling into erratic breaths as her sister was tended to.