Being alive feels awkward. We neither should be. I also expect to go feral any moment, but it never comes.

It’s like us dying reset everything and now we are out in this world alone with most thinking we are dead.

The witches tell us to go back, and so after a few hours at the river, we reluctantly agree.

The youngest one takes us to a car and drives us all the way back to Valeria’s home pack. When we arrive, it’s dark, and oddly, no one notices us pulling in. If they do, they don’t ...