Elena's POV:
The days passed, but the memory of that night clung to me like a shadow. The look on their faces when they realized someone was at the door was all I could remember. There was something off—something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. As much as I wanted to push it aside, my mind refused to let it go.
I spent an extra day in the pack hospital before my parents insisted I return home. Their sudden attention was overwhelming. The love and care I had craved all my life were now suffocating me.
"Elena, come eat. Take your pills," my mother would say, her voice strangely soft. Twice a day, without fail, I swallowed the little white pills. They made me drowsy and left my limbs feeling heavy.
Despite the forced care and attention, my mind was anything but at ease. The hushed c
