I'm self-aware enough to understand no one's expecting much from me.
And certainly very few shifters expect me to hold up well during this mission. While our pack has shifted to view me with both awe and respect over time, it doesn't mean they think I'm omnipotent.
Ultimately, I'm still an untrained pack member being dragged onto this raid.
But at least I'm doing better than the Fae.
Heize huffs beside me in small white puffs, his body heat enough to keep the sweat on his face from freezing in these temps. By the way he's leaned over and gasping, it will be a while before he gets his breathing under control.
His magical ability might be high, but his physical capabilities are terrible.
I pull a water bottle from my pack and extend it to him without comment. His own pack was long since taken by one of the Aspen wolves. It wasn't full by any means, but even five pounds can feel like fifty after a few miles.
Heize's fingers tremble slightly as he takes it.
