EZRA
I didn’t want to go, which was a new feeling for me. Before, I never hesitated to rush to aid my pack in whatever way I could. Even now, I was ready to replace my injured warrior. However, part of me wanted to stay behind with Zaiyree. It was a new feeling for me, and it scared me.
I continued packing the supplies we would need on the trip. The others were quiet, facing hangovers. There were not many werewolves not facing hangovers this morning, but that was the nature after a celebration. Work still had to be done, and everyone trudged through the headaches and nausea, doing what they had to, albeit at a slower pace than usual.
Zaiyree stood nearby, watching us pack. I had told her to go back to bed and relax, but she insisted on saying goodbye when I left. I hadn’t pushed back,
