Hades
I stirred awake, the sun burning my eyes, making them water. I let out a yawn just as footsteps approached me from behind.
"Finally," Kael's voice invaded the haze as I rose. "You slept like a baby."
I faced him to see an easy smile on his lips. I raised my head to gauge the time. Through the canopy of trees, the sun peaked through. It was at its climax meaning by my estimation, it was noon.
Like I expected, immediately after clearing Harlem just as the sun peeked through the horizon and we had landed in the woods of the outskirts of the Silverpine pack's industrial city—I was knocked out cold from exhaustion and the strenuous exertion.
Two rescue missions in one night during our escape mission had taken its toll.
I yawned again as Kael handed me a bottle.
My stomach churned at the simple thought of chugging water down my parched throat. I needed something more—blood.
I already made the gesture to refuse the bottle when Kael cut me off by turning the cap.
