Of course, I get no sleep.
My anxiety overruled my exhaustion, and I kept startling awake every twenty minutes. The dark circles under my eyes are so pronounced, I might have to self-identify as a raccoon shifter.
It isn't that bad. Selene nudges my hand with her cold nose.
"It is, but thank you for lying to me." Rubbing her ears, I head toward the direction of the hospital. Or try to.
Selene's furry body blocks me, and one of my bodyguards actually grabs me by my shoulders and turns me in the direction of the cafeteria. I can smell eggs and something that smells suspiciously like bacon. Again, my smell isn't as good as other shifters—but it's way better than a default human nose.
"I want to visit Ivy," I protest, even as my stomach rumbles.
"Alpha's orders. He said you need regular meals."
