MARIE

The morning light filtered through the curtains of my bedroom, painting long, golden slivers across the floorboards.

It had been weeks... long, agonizing weeks of shadows and fragmented memories but today, for the first time, the fog had truly lifted.

I felt the strength thrumming in my veins, a vibrant pulse that reminded me I was not just a survivor, but a wolf, and a daughter of this pack.

My recovery had been nothing short of a miracle, a testament to the skill of our pack’s ...