Talia's POV
After cleaning up the mess the dough caused for almost an hour, I am already tired and need to rest. All hope of eating is lost now, and one thing is clear. "I need to proceed with the journey." I can't stay here despite the peace and love I enjoy. I have to find the description book and go to the Silverwolf Pack as planned. My concern now is how to tell George and Dave; they are already getting used to me, and I had promised to always be there for George.
"Dave," I call slowly. We are quiet now, subdued by hunger, except for Dave, who had eaten with his grandmother earlier. "Don't you think your grandmother needs you now?" I say, watching his face.
His face lights up, then quickly falls, the realization settling in. "She's probably looking everywhere for me now as we speak…
