The Sunspire Dark Shadows on the wall

Since I'm apparently on a roll this weekend... *springs trap*

Ty had not stayed, and while he understood, the fact was still difficult for him to accept. He hadn't wanted her to go. He'd wanted her to stay for a while, to regain her strength. To join their ranks and only go back to let them know of her decision. But she'd returned, and Summer was left to assume that he'd never see her again--just as he'd never seen any of the others who left again.

Summer felt miserable, and when he felt miserable, there was only one thing that helped him feel more like himself again.

The yearling staggered along the borders, barely seeing even though his eyes were wide and barely blinking against the cold air. He licked his lips repeatedly to clean up the extra saliva that inexplicably flooded his mouth. He turned his head back and forth as he moved like a fugitive on the run, trying to avoid their flashlights while having no idea where they might shine next. Summer was only half aware of himself at that moment, the the oddness of his appearance was lost upon him, sacrificed to the greater recesses of his mind, enabling him to focus on the thoughts that loomed at the forefront. The thoughts that told him that something was deeply wrong. Not with him, but with his world. He was the fugitive. He was being followed.

In truth, it was nothing but heightened paranoia, exacerbated by the drugs that wreaked havoc upon his suffering senses. Summer had been taking the opium for too long, far too long. He had begun to realize it, but it was too late. His dependency had grown to such intensity that he had not the strength or the will to break himself of it. And that night, he did not even have the awareness of even its existence as he stumbled into the simultaneously worst and best possible wolf he could have while in that terrible state--Jace.

But it was not Jace the drugged young wolf saw. Jace had never been so huge, so vividly and intensely black, so terrifyingly threatening. Summer froze, his pupils dialated like the panicked animal he suddenly was as he stared upon one of his dearest friends--now turned horrific stranger in his wild, wayward mind.

With a snarl, Summer lunged unsteadily forward towards the demon, every nerve upon his body screaming at him to fight for his life.