As soon as she spotted Onyx, Danica knew her mistake and she couldn't have been more fucking thrilled to have been wrong about something if she tried.

Her skin was bone white and she shook all over, stumbling a little over the uneven, sandy ground. Onyx started making a racket around her feet, barking up at her, and though she was weakened through shock or bloodloss, or a combination of both, she struggled to compose herself before calling out her brother's name. The undeniable hint of rage simmered beneath the surface of her strained voice.