It took me thirteen days to remember myself again. Thirteen days of grief only punctuated by the presence of Laken Hart, thirteen days where I had to pull myself from the tides of sorrow and depression that threatened to pull me under at every turn.
But eventually, I prevailed. As I did after the whole deal with Selenophilia, after reconciling with both my human and my wolf forms, even with a void in my chest that did not seem to diminish no matter how much I tried, I prevailed.
On the thirteenth day of my recovery period, I managed to step out of the little cabin I had been homed in this whole time. At first, the details had been confusing, as I had been under the belief it was the packhouse. But the pack doctor had thought it would help me heal if I was as close to nature as possible,
