Thorn.
I can feel movements. A hand touching my wounds and other areas where those poisoned arrows punctured me. I can’t get a sense of the presence of my wolf and jaguar. It’s like I have never had them before. I open my eyes and amidst the blurriness, I can see white clothes that have turned to Crimson red.
Nausea and confusion sets in as the body struggles to maintain normal function. Cold and clammy, I am cold and hot at the same time. Beans of sweat breaks on my forehead as I try to move my arms, trying to get a hold of what is going on around me.
“Adrien.” I murmur my friend's name when I see him at the bed, his eyes shut, a pang hits my chest and I worry for the rest of my family. The stench of our blood is distinct and overpowering. It carries a metallic, iron-like scent that i
