The next morning, I woke up without the assistance of an alarm—something that was a normal occurrence for the days on which I knew that I had to be out of bed early, for the days that I knew I was required to be somewhere. But of course, it wasn’t the same on the days that I knew I could sleep late, or as a matter of fact, on the days that I find myself sleeping on the couch, with Hera in my arms. There was something about that that made me want to spend the day sleeping.
But I knew that I wouldn’t be able to do that today, because as I had explained to Hera so nicely yesterday, I was required to do a patrol with my pack so that they understood that I still viewed myself as one of them, and that the hard work would always be put in by everyone who had been required to do so. And I had be
