SIX IS NOT A PRETTY NUMBER - Return/Joining

WHEN I LOOK IN THE MIRROR,
KNOW WHAT I SEE?
THE ANIMAL IN ME!

Hearing someone say a name - her name - jolted her from the moment. Black eyes peered at the panther, a shocked expression on her face. Kold looked to his eyes, the scar on his chest, making sure she knew who she was looking at. "Jormungand..." She drawled, thin legs moving to walk toward him. She blinked, then whined quietly. The whine turned into a growl as she spoke again. "Jormungand."

If she was still... alive? She would have said something else. But her vocal chords were unused for two years and her mind still wasn't there. Granted, she didn't think her soul was either.

— Reggan