*Zara*
I felt particularly tired when I woke up the next day and was sitting there at the desk in my room, trying to strategize what I could do to stop Noah’s wedding. The traditional ways of finding a mate for Noah had been all but exhausted.
There could be candidates from other packs, but that would take a lot of time, time that I did not have. My stomach twisted, and I felt bile rise into my throat. This was such a mess, and I knew the stress must be getting to me.
I felt my stomach lurch again, and realized I was experiencing nausea. Rushing into the bathroom, I all but made it in time before getting sick. I didn’t think the stress of this would affect me that badly. Maybe I was coming down with something.
I mulled over what I’d been doing over the past month—so much running around, trying to find Noah’s mate.
Clearly, I needed a day to myself, and thankfully, today was one of my few days off. I was going to make the best of it.
I needed a break.
