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 another maid along with my hunting clothes.
When I’d asked why Poppy wasn’t the one bringing them to me, I’d been told she was sick. A large camouflage jacket, pants and a beanie. They looked expensive, probably 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.
My hands shook a little as I laced up my boots tightly. I’d never hunted i
