Darcy lay in her bed, pillows crowded against her face. Everything was too bright and too loud, and the smells! She'd known the city wasn't exactly a good smelling place when she was human, but now it was like walking through a dump all the time.
She had always been a city girl, but now she longed to escape, to peace and quiet and air that didn't stink.
Reaching this point had taken weeks, but sometimes it felt like no time at all. There'd been the attack, a blur of snarls and screams, and she'd shoved Jane out of the way, urging her to run faster. And then pain, tearing through her side. When she'd woken up, in the dirt, the tang of blood on her tongue, everything had been chaos. For a second she thought the wolf was still going, but the movements were centered around her, and briefly through it all she saw Jane's face, terrified, and Thor looking grim.
She stayed locked up, in a Hulk cage of all things, until the full moon, completely sure she wasn't going to see another day. Thor had said as much. Barely anybody survived the turn after a bite from the Great Wolf Fenrir. Darcy didn't want to die, she'd spent plenty of time around Jane doing exactly that - just refusing to die. And now it wasn't even coming in the middle of an attack, but a slow wait, days tripping by waiting for the moon.
The turn was painful, and confusing, and chaotic, and when she came around the next morning it took her several minutes to even realise she was still alive. Everything from the night before was a blur of sensations she couldn't pin down. Thor had burst in, staring at her in disbelief, before demanding the cage opened and sweeping in to drag her out of the desolate space.
After a few more days in observations, and enough tests Darcy felt like she was going to bite the next person who came at her with a needle, it was agreed she seemed to be in control of herself for now, and she could go. Back to her normal life, like anything was normal anymore. And when the full moon came she'd report back to the cage, spend the night locked up, and get freed again the next morning.
It was better than being dead, at least.
