The phone buzzed to life against my palm as I crossed into the city limits. Stumbling slightly on the uneven sidewalk edge. Glaring at it like it wanted to start a fight. My feet? Were sore. And I did not need that.
> Actual pain, even with werewolf resilience. Hundreds of miles on foot in a day is too much. Wasn't I supposed to be taking it easy? <
I was so concerned that I'd even checked | Matron's Monitor | three times in the last hour. Including when I'd dressed… behind a gas station dumpster. In jogging clothes that clung awkwardly from the damp evening mist.
Chimes made me wince, when I saw who they were mostly from. Messages were waiting from me. I kept walking, squinting at the screen through gritty feeling eyes.
K: [Are you okay today?]
...at around noon. Right before I left the city. Had already turned off my phone.
K: [Citra, can you tell me where you went?]
...at around 2PM. She must have been informed I'd slipped her security detail.
