Diane's POV
I sat in silence for a while after Bridget left, staring at the untouched soup. I could hear the soft sounds of the pack house in the distance—muffled footsteps, quiet murmurs, and the occasional clang of something metallic being moved in the kitchen. But it all felt distant to me. I was far away from everything, from any sense of normalcy, from the life I thought I knew. I didn’t belong here. I didn’t belong anywhere.
But Raven’s voice echoed in my head, soothing, steady, pulling me back from the spiraling thoughts that threatened to drown me.
“You’re not pathetic, Diane.”
I couldn’t help but close my eyes, focusing on her words. It wasn’t just my wolf that made me feel grounded; it was her, Raven. The one who had been with me through everything. The one who had kept me go
