I could barely sleep all night.
I hadn’t been back to my pack in what felt like ages, and the thought of going back there left me with a sense of panic that clung to my skin and my hair. By the c***k of dawn, I thought I was going to throw up from how nervous I was.
I thought Elias didn’t notice, because he went about his morning like nothing was wrong, but by the time I got down the stairs after getting dressed for the trip, I found him standing in the middle of the living room with a steaming mug of tea in his hands.
“Drink,” he ordered.
“I’m not thirsty-”
“I didn’t ask if you were. I can feel you panicking every five seconds.”
“Don’t we have to leave in-”
“Sit down and drink the damn tea.”
I obeyed, slowly walking over to the couch and sitting.
He handed me the tea and I inhale
