"Enya?

Her name comes from my lips in a whimper of sorts and suddenly she appears at the base of the den, snarling and snapping, and I backpeddle swiftly to try and avoid the sting of her bites. Before I would snarl back at her but I am lost now, confused. My sister has become.. crazed. Ghosts? I stare at her in confusion, my greif making me slow to put things together. I wanted to tell her to shut up. I was sad, couldn't she see that? What ghosts? But I glance to the side as if desperate to see Grayson.

He isn't there. He is dead.

My ears flatten as I look back at Enya and I take a step towards her, my stocky figure bristling, but before I can even say something scathing a figure rushes out and assaults me. I don't know what is happening, not really. I know I strike back, tearing into whatever I can, but I whimper far more than growl, and he is a cyclone. I am just the dirt that is in his path. I can't even scream Enya's name because suddenly he has my throat, the blossoming pain in my shoulder enough to make me scream. It is choked quickly and then I can't breath.

Then I am in the moment of numbess and nothingness.

I don't see him, my killer, but I look up into the sky between the trees and I think I see a figure of gray and black and white. A figure that stands once more on four legs, whole and hale, and in the distance some red wolves. "Gah..." I choke, trying to say his name. Grayson. He is there, they are there, and then I am with them.

I am gone.