The Beast's Ugly Wife
Kaia gave a low whimper, her tongue slowly emerging to lick my wrist, as if I needed to be comforted.
“Mother!” a new cry cut through the air and I looked up to see Cassian approaching, now back in his wheelchair, with a soldier pushing him “Oh, Goddess! Mom! Oh, no, Mom…” he gasped, his despair so deep that he fell from the chair once more, crawling to our mother until we were both leaning over her “You need a healer! Quick! Oh, Goddess, these injuries…”
Kaia made another weak sound and, to my surprise, slowly resumed her human form, making those perforations all over her body even more apparent.