Lucy was left alone for days, although she lost count of how many without any window or reference to the sky above. Even the meals had no hint of the time, having been served beef broth twice in one day.
She began to understand the sickness of the soul the werebears could suffer by living like this for so long. Bears needed the stars and their Mother Spirit, just as wolves needed the Moon and their Goddess for guidance and strength of connection to the magical realm. The mutual connection between man and beast was vital. Lucy imagined Dimitri, for example, without Jace’s sweet nature to balance him. Lucy had to believe Jace was strong enough to resist such a sickness.
Breakfast, pace, dinner, sleep. Breakfast, pace some more, dinner, sleep. A different bear brought her meal each time,
