Chapter Twenty 1. Sally

 Sally hated the taste of the... well, whatever it was called. It made the bowl warmer then it should be at this time of the afternoon and just had a weird taste and consistency. She had to force herself not to gag at the flavour and to empty the bowl. Whatever it was it was incredibly potent, even as she tried to lick the furriness from her teeth she could feel a tingle run over her skin. It made her feel instantly light headed, faster then any alcohol she'd ever had.

She looked closely at Nona, but things were starting to become fuzzy. The colours around her seemed to heighten, becoming almost dream like while the edges of things seemed to blur. Sally had never done anything more potent then pot, having her vision change was unnerving in more ways then one. Her connection to her mates felt like a big fluffy scarf stretching back to them. Even the sounds around her seemed more potent, they felt like she was in a constant echo.

“Sally Smith, you are mate of