Elizabeth's Pov
I awoke the next morning to the soft rustling of leaves and the distant sounds of our pack members going about their business. The gentle warmth of the sun's rays filtered through the trees, casting a golden hue over my makeshift bed. It was a new day, a day filled with uncertainty and hope.
As I slowly sat up, I noticed Janet, standing nearby, holding a tray with a glass of blood and a plate of fresh meat. Her eyes met mine, and she offered a warm smile.
"Good morning, Elizabeth," she greeted me. "Winston told me to make sure you had something to eat."
I nodded in gratitude, feeling a pang of guilt for having taken so much from Winston the previous night. "Thank you, Janet. I appreciate it."
Janet placed the tray on a nearby rock, and I could see the genuine concern i
