Elena POV
I woke up at three am to my stomach staging a full on protest with drums and even a chant that sounded like a dragon was being held captive inside there.
I tried to recall the last time I’d eaten something and realized that asides the soup Draven had fed me that morning, I hadn’t eaten anything else.
No wonder I was so hungry.
The trip to Sam’s house and then the whole thing with Poppy had drained every last bit of energy in me.
From the way the tiny monsters in my stomach were moaning and growling, I needed to eat something, and I needed to eat it fast.
I tiptoed my way to the kitchen, taking care not to put too much of my weight on my injured ankle. I could have used the walking stick to make it easier for myself but I was worried the sound of it hitting the ground would
