Anxiety

Shifting into my wolf, I trotted home. When I reached my stash of clothing, I changed back to my skin, got dressed and continued to Lena's.

It was a silly process of changing multiple times in the day since I was just going to get naked again when I returned the borrowed items from Lena, but I didn't want to alert Lena of Darcie's kindness, by providing clothing.

When I reached the back porch of Lena's small home, I started to pull my shirt over my head when she stopped me, "Wait."

I froze, wondering what she wanted. I kept my hair in my face, trying to cover the massive bruise on my cheek, but she never even looked up at me when she handed me a small list. "Go to the packhouse. Gather these items and return them to me."

Oh no. The very last place I wanted to be was the packhouse.

But there was no defying her orders. I kept my head down as I walked toward my dreaded destination. I had only made it halfway there when a very large wolf stopped directly in front of me, blocking my path.