Claire’s POV
At the pack house, I rested comfortably in my room. I slept more fully than I had in a while, so deeply that when I awoke, I wasn’t fully aware of the time, or if it was morning or night. The colors in the sky could have been sunset or sunrise and I was too groggy to immediately discern the direction of the sun.
Rising, I stretched my arms over my head. I felt as if I had been asleep for a million years, I was so stiff. Sleep still clung to my eyes, even as I tried to rub it away.
I had never been carsick in my life, and even now struggled to imagine that was what had happened to me. But what else could it have been? If I’d had food poisoning, I would have thrown up. My stomach had never been queasy, I’d just felt hot. Feverish. Worse, like my skin was on fire.
I’d never b
