ZORA
The ride back to the pack felt longer than it actually was.
I just sat there, but I just couldn't help but remember that the box opened and nothing was inside only for it to close back and not open again.
My fists were tight in my lap the whole way, nails digging into my palms until it almost hurt, but not enough to take away how bad I felt.
By the time we got back to the palace, I couldn't breathe well because of how heavy my chest felt. I didn’t even bother to wait for Marissa, I just held the box tight against my chest and walked past the guards and up the stairs, ignoring the way some of them looked at me.
Marissa tried to follow me.
“Zora..” she called softly, her voice was calm, the way it always was when she was trying to make me see reason or stop me from getting annoy
