Isla’s POV
“It's ok. I am fine, and I do not need any assistance.” I told the omega, politely declining her help.
“Certainly. Luna Isla. I am here if you need anything at all.” she said with a bow before hurrying off. I trudged up the stairs, each step feeling heavier than the last. The weight of the day's events pressed heavily on my shoulders, and I could hardly bear it any longer. The battles fought, the wounds inflicted, and the constant threat of danger had left me drained, both physically and emotionally.
As I reached the top of the stairs, I glanced down the hallway, ensuring that all was quiet and secure. The distant sounds of conversation and movement echoed through the house, evidence that my pack was still awake and vigilant in our fight against Mrs. Jenkins. But for
