The rest of the morning passes without incident.
Or food.
My stomach growls. The clock on the wall ticks past noon, and each second is another twist of my belly. It's been over a day since I've eaten, but at least I have free access to water now.
Small mercies.
But I can't stay in this room forever, can I?
My fingers tap against my lower lip as I stare at the door. It's a standard wood-grain door, probably hollow, with a simple knob. Nothing extravagant or strange, and yet my heart stutters at the thought of what lies beyond it.
Life isn't the same anymore. Alpha's dead, and I've lost all protection. What do Lycans do with humans? Alpha never let me see them before, saying it was dangerous. It's clear that's one thing he didn't lie about. Honestly, the fact I'm even alive when so many are dead…
"This is ridiculous." My voice is soft in the silence, but speaking at all seems to build my courage to push off the bed and ignore how my legs shake as I take one step, then another.
