Quirin

I watch my mate leave the dining hall and packhouse, still holding the food in my hand. I’d noticed that she was unusually quiet, that my apology hadn’t had the desired effect on her. I’d hoped that maybe joining in with the pack would bring her out a bit, but it seems to have had the opposite effect. It hasn’t even been a week and already my darkness is invading her light.

I look at her plate and realize that she didn’t eat. Again. She hasn’t eaten all day and now she’s ...