Elena POV
I woke up at three am to my stomach staging something that sounded like 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.
Between the trip to Sam’s home and the whole thing with Poppy, every last bit of energy had been drained out of me.
The monsters in my stomach growled louder and I rubbed it lightly with my hand. I needed to get something to eat, and I needed to find it fast.
I tiptoed my way to the kitchen, taking care not to put too much of my weight on my injured ankle.
Using the walking stick would have made it much easier for me, bu
