The next morning, I woke up feeling different.
I couldn't explain it, but something inside me felt... awake.
Like a part of me that had been sleeping for a long time was finally stretching and yawning.
I got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast.
The kitchen was busy with pack members eating and talking before they started their day.
When I walked in, some people smiled at me, but others still looked at me with suspicious eyes.
I sat down next to Sophie, who greeted me with her usual cheerful smile.
"Good morning, Laila! How are you feeling today?"
"Better," I said, and it was true. The sadness in my chest wasn't as heavy as before.
Emma put a plate of eggs and toast in front of me.
"You have more color in your cheeks today," she said kindly.
"That's good to see."
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