Chapter 37: Free.... Temporarily.
Elara’s POV
“Myra?” I called softly, hoping to hear the usual sassy reply in my head.
Nothing.
Just… snoring.
Loud, obnoxious, drooling-sounding snoring.
I blinked.
Was my wolf actually curled up somewhere in the corner of my subconscious, bundled like a tired marshmallow after wrecking hell at school.
Yes.
Yes, she was.
I sighed, shaking my head with a small smile. “Of course you’re asleep after nearly getting me murdered.”
She let out a soft snuffle.
I rolled my eyes. At least she was alive. And safe. And honestly? She deserved the rest. She shifted in front of everyone to protect Drake. If it were up to me, I’d bake her a cake.
A really wolf-shaped, meat-layered cake.
I looked around the vast room, I was fully healed now and I would soon
