Serena bathed, and the water felt soothing, washing away some of the waves of grief rolling through her.
She knew breaking any matebond would have consequences, let alone a fated one. And she was feeling physical pain in her core.
It started towards the end of the meeting in Shadowclaw's tent and was getting worse.
She put on a silk chemise that was packed for her and sighed. Yet another reminder.
She laid on the bed, hair still wet, formal combat suit laid out and prepared for tomorrow. She had no appetite but ate a few things to avoid anyone fussing over her.
She did her best to push all thoughts of him out of her mind, but laying here on a bed that was meant to be his didn't help.
Hot tears fell from her eyes. She'd shed enough already and was frustrated at herself. But they didn't stop.
A wave of heat washed over her. She shivered a second later with chills. Wolves don't get fevers, but she knew she had one.
Her wolf hadn't spoken to her since her dream.
