Fighting back another wave of nausea, he took a glance at the deep silver-violet figure in the distance.
It was no longer heading for them, but parallel to them.
"Uh, what's going on?"
"Its Erlin and the others. They must be heading to the Capital as well. The Twelfth Doctor meowed, following the young tom's gaze. "Same reason, different reason? Who knows?"
Thanks. Like I didn't know that already. Rainwhisker gripped tighter to the scaly skin of Gyaki. Bile rose in his throat. "Are we there yet?" He moaned.
"Ah,the classic question. Heard that many times before." The Doctor sniffed. "Uh, no."
Rainwhisker unsheathed his claws and closed his eyes tighter.
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Wolves of Sisterhood (Storm Prophecy Special Edition) #Wattys2018
FanfictionThe Shalka Doctor is now companionless, his strange visions of war almost gone. Life couldn't get any worse. Except it does. He runs into his Twelfth and Thirteenth Lives, as they've all been taken out of their Timestreams by the Time Lords, and to...
