Waiting
*Raylee* I sit cross-legged on a blanket just outside the pack compound, the sun warming my skin and the scent of pine filling the air. Freesia is beside me, her dark hair catching the light as she leans back on her elbows, watching Jo play. She's busy digging in the dirt, her laughter ringing out like music, and I can’t help but smile at her innocent joy. “Can you believe this is our life now?” Freesia asks, breaking the comfortable silence. She glances over at me, her eyes bright with curiosity. “Sometimes I still think back to the city… the noise, the chaos, all the rules and what we had to tolerate as women. It feels like a lifetime ago.” I chuckle softly, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Right? I never imagined I’d be here, living in the wasteland, surrounded by a pack of
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