Several days passed and Enora was both physically and mentally exhausted.

Assimilating into this life was as strenuous as she had thought. Learning the rules, watching people come in injured at all hours of the day, and of her own foolishness, learning a lot about the gruesome history of the Lotus and Quercia.

Star fishing onto the bed, she closed her eyes with a sigh, “I have to tell him, don’t I?”

The black wolf plush beside her seemed to give her a look of ...