Traci’s POV
The last two weeks had honestly felt unreal.
For the first time in years, I wasn’t waking up terrified of what punishment waited for me that day. No silver. No wolfsbane injections. No beatings severe enough to leave me barely able to stand afterward.
Just peace.
Actual peace.
Honestly? I still didn’t fully trust it.
“You keep waiting for somebody to jump out and ruin it,” Sarah teased earlier while helping Marge cook dinner.
“Because somebody usually does,” I shot back while stealing a roll from the counter.
Sarah rolled her eyes dramatically. “You’re impossible.”
Corbin had refused letting me anywhere near the pack house after what happened with the triplets. Marge agreed immediately while Sarah practically threatened violence when I suggested returning to chores.
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