Chapter 43 The Thirst

• Leora
• With renewed determination, I pushed myself to clean more around the cabin, reclaiming a sense of control. Charlotte hovered nearby, ever watchful, insisting on frequent breaks—water, rest, anything to keep me steady. My stomach had swelled enough that every step had a slight waddle to it. My wolf did what she could, lending me energy in small doses, just enough to manage the cabin while Charlotte handled the cooking. The breaks helped, but sometimes, they weren't optional. When I felt dizzy and the world succumbed to blurriness, I had no choice but to sit and let it pass.
• That feeling was the worst.