Chapter 50

The moon seemed to linger at the peak of its descent, it's silvery rays shrouding the young wolf with comfort as she writhed in pain. The hardened ice that formed when the sun sank below the horizon, the temperatures dropping, had long since melted under her overheated body. She sunk into the softer snow, relaxing as it surrounded her body, find relief in its cold but it didn't last long. It to, melted in what seemed like seconds, leaving her body wet with a mix of sweat and the slush she now laid in. Clenching her jaw, she convulsed and contorted, desperate to find a position that wasn't painful but it was impossible. It was if her body was wrong, as if she were fighting herself with herself, an inner turmoil coming outwards.