It had been a week. Seven whole days since my life got flipped upside down and shaken around like a snow globe. A week since I had been dragged into Nyxryn and I had been living inside the Alpha's house, inside the Herion pack.
And honestly?
I didn’t know how I felt about it.
On one hand, I missed Malrik and Elira so much it physically hurt sometimes. I kept wondering if Malrik would remember to eat actual food instead of just living off cheap instant noodles, or if Elira remembered to grab her homework before rushing out the door. Every part of me itched to be there with them, making sure they were okay.
On the other hand…
I had never slept this well in my entire life. Ever. I used to think five hours of broken, panicked sleep was a luxury. Now? I was sleeping like I had been drugge
