Chapter 63- Demon Hybrid

Heaving a sigh, Cherryl retreated to a corner and sat down gingerly, being careful of her sore butt.

Now that the water had been brought to her attention, Cherryl realized how thirsty she was. She eyed the trough and grimaced. As callous as it sounded, she was grateful the cows were trying it first so she'd know if it was poisoned, but she was definitely not looking forward to sharing drinking water with them. As much as she loved the animals, drinking their saliva-laced water did not sound fun or particularly hygienic, but maybe her wolf could. The problem was, she couldn't shift.

"Landon, where the hell are you?" She mumbled softly.

A few minutes later, Cherryl watched them like a hawk when they finished to see if they suffered any ill effects before she braved it herself, despite her reluctance. After waiting for what felt like an hour with no signs of worrisome behavior, she stood and moved to the water.

No choice, she has, to at least get herself into not dying from dehydration.