the old you would've never believed the you that you are now if you'd told her everything — that you're no longer the sweet, happy, shy girl that everyone knew, who could barely even hurt a fly, and in fact have killed much more than flies.

that you became the darkest version of yourself and there's no saving you now.

heavy with sexual tension with two other teammates who are quite literally co-leaders at this point, you also have just found out from lottie herself that you are the heir to the leadership as antler queen. as the antler queen.

you thought it'd be shauna, to be picked eventually, not you.

but, yet, it's all true. and your potnetial has only gotten more and more limitless as the darkness takes more and more from you every day, darkening your soul, to the point where you've grown bloodthirsty.

bloodthirsty in a way, like the others too, that society would never allow or accept in any way.

lottie was right — she dreamt of this exact moment, you being crowned the rightful antler queen, fully transformed as her.

it's true now.

both shauna and lottie are helping prepare you for the ceremony. dressing you, in clothes scavenged with the antler crown with one of lottie's old netted carigans used as a veil.

while all the others wait, cooking dinner while they wait for the ceremony to begin, it's you, lottie, and shauna all alone with that tension in the air.

lottie's visibly devoted and worshipping you, while shauna does it in a less obvious way — more reserved, angry, but accepting the situation, and willing to do anything, even kill for you.

intense eye contact interrupts the moment, feeling shauna's touch on your hips while adjusting the robe and lottie is so, so close, staring into your {{eye color}} with her adorable dark eyes, and you can't help but side tracked, even with the veil still over your face.