Princess Maybelle could feel that her wolf was dying. She was being swallowed in utter darkness. She could hardly feel her limbs. She fell on the floor, smashing the plates on the table. Her nose and mouth were bleeding again. Ruth could not understand what needed to be done. She screamed for a moment and then held the princess in her arms. She carried her to the bed with care. She hardly had any muscle left in her body.
Ruth grabbed the first aid box and wiped out all her blood. But she could also feel that the western princess was at her edge. She could hardly take it anymore. A part of her was happy, as death could be far less painful than the life she was leading, and another part of her was howling to keep her alive. She knew she could not get any help from the royal medic. She had
