Mike’s POV
The next morning Rue brings me breakfast.
“Good morning.” She says with a smile.
“Morning.” I say and I manage to sit up without my side or my arm hurting.
“Getting better?” She asks.
“So it seems.”
“Good. Dad has told everyone you are touring the pack today. You have peeked a lot of peoples’ interest.” She teases.
I prop myself up with some pillows as she brings me a plate of eggs.
“Where do you guys get your food from?” I ask.
“We make most our food. We will run to the closest market maybe once every two to three weeks. But that’s about it.” She says.
“Out here in the middle of the desert?” I ask.
“Here, eat and then we’ll show you.” She says.
She sits with me while I eat and we talk some more about the games we played yesterday. Jack walks into the room and lo
