Arabella’s POV
The two weeks of enduring my heat had taken a toll on me, physically and emotionally. As the intensity subsided, I began to regain a sense of normalcy, or at least what I thought was normal. But as I pondered the concept, doubts crept into my mind. Is there truly such a thing as being normal? And if so, what does it even mean?
The weight of my losses pressed heavily upon me. My parents were gone. My soul mate, the one who was supposed to complete me, was gone. In the midst of this grief and turmoil, I was expected to continue leading my pack as their Alpha. But how could I fulfill that role when I no longer knew who I was?
The identity I had built for myself, the confidence and strength that once defined me, felt shattered. I questioned my ability to guide and protect my
