Elena POV
There was a chill in the air as I bent down and pulled on my hunting boots again. They’d been delivered this morning by a maid I didn’t recognize, along with my hunting clothes.
When I’d asked her why Poppy wasn’t the one bringing them to me, I’d been told she had taken a few days off due to sickness.
A large camouflage jacket, pants and a beanie. They looked warm, and expensive, most likely designers. I don’t know why they even bothered, we were all going to shift anyway.
This costume, as nice as it was, would be just that. A costume. It would be pretty useless, unless we were expected to run around in pants while in our wolf forms, which was, quite literally impossible.
The thought was funny enough to almost distract me from the waves churning in my stomach. It’d been t
