River
Having Lenora gone should have been a relief. Without her presence in the room I was free to drop the bed-ridden alpha act and move around at will. I should have been able to apply myself to my work and my research without distraction.
But instead of that, I found myself anxious and distracted. I was unable to focus and ended up pacing the room, my thoughts on Lenora instead of the business at hand.
It wasn’t until I picked up that old, ratty quilt that she left neatly folded at the bottom of the bed and pressed it against my nose that I felt some modicum of calm. Despite the fine linen on my bed, she still wrapped herself in that quilt at night, and even with my dull human senses I could smell her unique essence on the fabric.
I wrapped the quilt over my shoulders and had
