Chapter 52 King Harvey’s Nightmare

• Sleep doesn’t come to me easy tonight. King Harvey and I had a lovely walk back to the cottage, and the wolf pup just slept in my arms. Now, he is in a small cocoon made of King Harvey’s cloak at the foot of our bed. He snores softly, occasionally whining and kicking in his sleep.
• He is fine.
• My heart rattles in my chest uncomfortably however, like a car unable to start. Beat after beat then a faltering rattle.