~Heidi's Point Of View~
The knock at Heidi's door is gentle but somehow sounds urgent as well. It's like when a finger is tapping a stopwatch. It breaks the guilty silence of the room and through a sleep so deep she hasn't bothered to fight it. For a second she stares at the ceiling, brain thick with the fog of the planning moment she had spent the first hour of returning to her room on that has now turned to exhaustion, and the first clear thought that breaks through is: Mrs. Castell will kill me for this.
Her chest tightens with panic. It's not the sharp, actionable kind that makes you move, but the slow, corrosive kind that sits in your stomach and spreads.
Her wolf paces. "You fell asleep? Brilliant. That's how you get buried alive… unless you bury that overcaked-faced witch first."
