DALIA'S POV
I dragged my feet on the ground, too tired to even lift them up properly. My knees ache from all the climbing we have done. I have never wished to be a werewolf like I wish for now. Sly and Xander easily healed from their injuries, but that wasn't the case for me. The little scratches from tree branches, sharp blades of leaves and rocks from the days of traveling still hadn't healed.
I was a walking mess from head to toe. This was our eighth day on the journey and the fifth day of not taking a bath. After leaving the cliffside path where Xander had the near-death experience, we didn't see any stream, river or anything of the sort.
We have had to quench our thirst with fruits, which was less than satisfactory. And for the past five days, we have only survived on fruits becaus
