It was still early, only some of The Omegas were awake. I had been itching to leave my room since I had gotten back.
The packhouse felt different, but I knew it was just me. The place wasn’t intimidating or scary anymore.
When I first arrived, it was a blur. I didn’t feel anything. Then came the anger. But now… I was someone that I wouldn’t have expected. Even if I had been capable of thinking of the future in those first blurry months, I would never have been able to fathom that I could feel not just like a fraction of my former self but something more powerful, more sure.
It was a heady feeling and a discovery that made me stand taller as I walked the too-familiar halls. I followed my routine, edging toward the dining room and pausing outside the kitchen. There was a bustle, but it wa
