Wes's POV
The rip begins at her sternum, fur replacing skin in a trail of blood.
"Dear goddess" I whisper, my vision blurring as tears slip down my cheeks.
Another scream leaves her lips as she collapses to the side, her hands now ripping apart as her claws break through.
"Mish" I cry, her eyes snapping to mine as she continues to scream.
The voices in my mind knock harder and I know one must be my father, the echoes breaking through.
"Wes" Mish pauses her screaming to plead... but there's nothing... nothing I can do to help her now.
"This moment is almost over too Mish" I speak softly through the tears.
Mish closes her eyes, her face still contorted but also more accepting somehow.
The minutes stretch to hours in what feels like days before the shift is finally over.
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