Elena POV
The clinks of cutlery and food being cut into surrounded me, but my eyes trailed down to my wrist, my bare wrist. More than a week had passed since the bracelet broke and except the slight fever I’d had at the start, I hadn’t had any episodes or any pain since then.
Which was… a good thing.
But I just couldn’t stop worrying about it, what if my powers suddenly flared up out of the blue again? Or even got worse?
I hadn’t shifted since I found out my fur was changing colors or rather spreading color, so I had no way of knowing if it had gotten worse or not.
I’d been pretty lucky so far, with outbursts of my power only causing minimal pain for me but I didn’t know how much longer that would last.
I let out a long breath, at least that wasn’t painful.
“Elena,” Draven called,
