Chapter 46 - Ciara

“Oatmeal? Again?” I ask Fauna, the witch serving breakfast this morning.

“Its jam backed with all the things you need to help your recovering body. And look, blueberries. Your favorite,” she says, picking up the bowl off of the tray and waving it in an attempt to entice me.

“When do I get some meat?” I whine.

“When your body is able to process it without you getting sick. Again,” Fauna tells me like she tells me every day.

I roll my eyes, but nod to the blueberries.

I really do love them.

Fauna walks away, offering food to the patients at the next table.

“My wolf wants meat. Ham. Steak. Bacon. Pork chops. I’d kill for a cheeseburger,” I mumble to Blaine, who is sitting across from me. He’s one of the people that I’ve gotten close to here in the therapy center.

“Yeah, well nobody wants to clean up after you vomiting all over the fucking place like they did the last three times you h