Rosalia’s POV:
Eris leaves soon after that with the parting reminder that I should get some sleep, but I don’t follow her advice, too afraid of the nightmares I know to lurk behind my eyes. Instead, I pull on the jacket I’d discarded a few hours earlier and pad downstairs softly, looking over to see Eris was nowhere in sight. But I can see where the others are still lying together by the dying light of the fire and I walk over slowly, not eager to disturb them.
When I get to the doorway, I duck into another room and slip off my clothes silently before holding my breath as I shift, still not used to the feeling of my bones snapping and resetting. Although this time I manage to keep it silent and in a few minutes I’m padding into the main room on all four paws, my clothes clamped in my jaw
