Killian
Elena hadn’t come out of her room all morning.
At first I thought she might be sleeping in, then wondered if she had gone out somewhere without anyone realizing. But her maid told me that she was still in bed, presumably feeling ill.
“She always did had a weak constitution,” said Natalie when she heard of her sister’s ailing.
“I don’t know that to be true,” I responded. “Lately she has seemed much healthier, stronger and more vibrant. This feels like a step backwards, like she is regressing.”
“Regressing, sure, acting like a baby in her bed while the other adults are busy keeping this Pack afloat.”
I looked at Natalie, not saying anything, wondering if this pettiness had always been a part of her. She noticed my concern, and pivoted her opinion.
“Though, even a leader nee
