Prank between gods

The pain was immense, not only because rows of teeth flared up my skin and flesh but also because of the burning sensation. Hidden beneath the pain was my conscious being, unable to scream or object; I just was. I expected her to drain me, like a vampire from the movies I’ve seen, sucking me dry. But instead, a burning liqueur surged through my veins, tearing through every inch of my body, boiling me from the inside, and for a second, I panicked; what if she was killing Drifta?

I didn’t know how this wolf thing worked, and I was unsure if she could be found inside me, like any other organ. My fingers were trembling, and a spasm-like sensation attacked my muscles. I felt that I was losing control of myself bit by bit.

But despite all the pain, despite that Nida was the one to inflict all this on me, her arms reached around me and carefully helped me down when my knees gave in. Kneeling on the wet and dark floor, all that kept me up now was her tight embrace.

The tunnel vision shrank