#25 New Dangers

Aldrich

I push open the door of my hovel slowly, not wanting to disturb Roark in case he is already back. It is unlikely, but I’m being cautious, just in case.

I’m relieved to find the hovel empty. I quickly put the last of our bread and cheese in the wicker basket. Roark is bound to question me over it. I’ll have to come up with a convincing excuse. I hate lying to Roark.

Hunger is gnawing at me. Shapeshifting requires a lot of energy, and since yesterday, I have shifted multiple times, but I have not replenished the fuel I used up. It’s still quite early, so the communal kitchen won’t be open yet.

I look at the position of the sun in the sky, trying to determine if I will have enough time left for breakfast after I make my way back to the hut with food and water for Ava. Probably not.

I rub my temples, knowing this constant back-and-forth will weaken me and make me lose my muscle bulk rapidly. If that happens, I might potentially have trouble shifting into my wolf form.

But it is