Eleanor sat on the edge of her cot within the 13th Legion's encampment, newly scrubbed and deep in thought. The tumultuous events of the previous days cascaded through her mind—a never-ending flood of recollections, from the travel into Bloodfang territory to the brutal clashes with wild wolves, her captivity, and the ensuing furious combat that resulted to her release. Each incident had challenged her endurance and left an indelible impact on her.
Without warning, her thoughts turned to Lucas, and a flood of confusion washed over her. His absence during a difficult period in her life bothered her much. She was inundated with questions: Did he think she was so unimportant that he could just disappear, or did he back out when things became rough? She balled her hands into fists, her claws digging into her skin as she battled to keep them together.