CHAPTER 82

　　It was way too early for that, not knowing what could be waiting in the depths of the woods, blending in with the night. That was also sure to draw her parents' attention, and that was the last thing she needed at the moment.

　　She forces her feet in the direction of the bathroom, still wheezing but trying to do it as silently as possible. She bends over at the sink, splashing some water on her face, but that only looks to make things even worse.

　　This was why she'd cut herself off from the pack in the first place. She felt like she was dying and didn't want to share that feeling with them because it would rile them up and make them feel way worse with worry.

　　But the nightmares were getting worse, and their effects had grown alongside. This was the weakest she'd ever felt after surviving another night of terror. Her legs wobble, and she finally drops to the floor. Terrified, she crawls back into the room.

　　Was she really dying?