The ocean heaved beneath our ship for the fourth day in a row, and my stomach lurched in protest. I clutched the railing, knuckles white, as another wave of nausea crashed over me. The salty air that had seemed so refreshing at the beginning of our journey now made my stomach turn.
"Deep breaths, Sera," Lyra advised, rubbing soothing circles on my back as I hunched over the side of the vessel. "Look at the horizon, not the water."
I tried to follow her advice, lifting my gaze to where the endless blue of the sea met the equally vast sky. But my body betrayed me again, and I retched miserably over the side.
"I don't understand," I groaned when the heaving subsided. "I'm a werewolf. A demi-goddess. Why am I so seasick?"
Lyra handed me a cloth to wipe my mouth. "Even supernatural beings have their weaknesses, apparently."
