The peaceful montage didn't last forever. Time has a way of moving like a runaway carriage in the West Way, and before I knew it, another three weeks had blurred past.
Late autumn had firmly locked its jaws around the kingdom, turning the leaves into a sea of crisp gold.
And with the dropping temperatures came the absolute nightmare that was my changing appetite.
"No," I groaned, pushing the plate away from me so hard it slid across the heavy wooden table in the dining hall. "Take it away. It smells like wet fur."
Noah, who had spent the last hour meticulously preparing a perfectly roasted leg of forest boar with sweet berry glaze, looked like I had just stabbed him in the chest. His wolf ears dropped slightly.
"Arinya, it's your favorite. You devoured an entire side of it last month." He said.
