Chapter 18

My stomach growls loudly, and I whimper as I press on my belly. The last thing I ate was dinner the night before and my already thin body is screaming at me to eat again. Not that it is an uncommon practice for me.

Usually I am too busy healing or I pass out from the stress of it all and never have the time to eat. But now that I am walking and coherent, my body knows it needs sustenance, and it is making sure everyone else near me knows it as well.

“Will your pack at least have food and water?” Alder asks Rocky, his eyes glancing at me before he frowns.

“I’m fine.” I sigh. “Seriously.”

“This is the sixth time your stomach has made that noise and it sounds angrier every time.”

“He is right.” Rocky chips in. At least they have found something to agree on. “If it growls again, mine might join it.”

“I am used to going days without food.” I scoff. “Seriously, I am fine. It will eventually stop.”

Rocky stutters in his step for a second before clearing his throat and walking on.

“Why would