Mish's POV
I can feel each of the four wolves beside me are still tense, uneasy, as we again enter the dinning hall.
Lunch.... wasn't it just breakfast?
My stomach rescinds at the thought of more food... of any food.
My nap has done nothing but solidify my worsening fatigue. My eyes feeling heavy as I make my way towards my awaiting chair next to the young Alpha.
Thankfully, Alpha is currently absent, Dylan remarking that unfortunately his business call has run overtime.
I'm sure he's disappointed. I'm not.
A giant array of assorted sandwiches, chips and fruit is put before me and usually... usually I would love each of them, but the smell has my stomach turning, my mouth sealing tight as I hold my breath.
I make it to the bathroom... just.
The little breakfast I did have making
