She jumbled her words when she spoke, none of which made any sense. She was like that for almost two days, and during that time, neither Luna nor I slept. Bleary-eyed, I smiled when Luna entered the room wearing one of Emma’s nightgowns. She settled on the foot of the bed, her voice silent even though I knew her thoughts were not. We had more than enough time to catch up while Emma was asleep. Luna had explained Emma’s nightmare to me on the first night of Emma’s fever. The idea of a dying Earth reaching the pack seemed impossible, but the longer it took for Emma’s fever to break, the more I began to believe it. It might not have been because of the Earth itself, but something had definitely taken hold of the pack. Our routine circled around Emma and her nightmares. The pack went out to hunt one pair at a time, returning with whatever food they could find. None of us wanted to be away from Emma any longer than that. And when Luna demanded she stay, I couldn’t say no. “How is she?”
