Maybe this would be a good time to shift, Callum thinks, dizzy and delirious from the fall and the resulting pain as the fyrhund snaps its jaws closed around him. Maybe a shift would be enough to drive the attacking creatures away. Maybe they would hesitate long enough for him to get away. But no matter how he tries, he can't manage to summon the strength to do it. He's weakening by the second, blood draining away into the barren ground below or lapped up by the fyrhund's waiting tongue.
He's dying, and there's no one to know what has happened to him, no one to wonder where he's gone. He'll simply cease to exist.
And there is nothing he can do about it.
And that is Callum's last thought as his life fades. His heartbeat pulses a beat, two - and then it stops, and he is gone, no more than a shadow on the wind.
He's dying, and there's no one to know what has happened to him, no one to wonder where he's gone. He'll simply cease to exist.
And there is nothing he can do about it.
And that is Callum's last thought as his life fades. His heartbeat pulses a beat, two - and then it stops, and he is gone, no more than a shadow on the wind.
With quiet words I'll lead you in and out of the dark
