The Sunspire Dark Shadows on the wall

Summer dug his claws into the ground, trying to hold onto the earth so that it didn't throw him off. He shook his head against Jace's words, rejecting them. He did not want to not be okay. He did not want to be in too deep, to be too far gone. Everything was fine, he'd just had a little too much this time, that was all. It was fine. He was fine.

"I think... something I ate," he whined pitifully, "I feel so out of it and.. I don't know." Summer squirmed upon the ground as though trying to dig himself straight down into it. That actually sounded like a really nice idea to him right then--just throw himself into a hole and cover his body back up with soil. Return to the earth. Be reborn again. Hopefully into something less pathetic, less weak. Something strong enough to obey the powerful, dominant wolf buried inside of him. Something that didn't need some demonic plant to feel normal.