MEADOW'S POV.
The next morning, the pack house felt completely different.
Maybe it was because the sun was out early and shining.
Or maybe it was because I had survived the night.
Either way, I refused to spend another day locked inside that bedroom, staring at the walls and thinking about the pale woman who had appeared out of nowhere.
I finally managed to convince Mira to help me get out.
"I can walk," I insisted for what felt like the tenth time.
Mira looked at me with complete disbelief.
"You can barely stand."
"I can stand."
"You limped three steps just getting out of bed, Meadow. I still don't think this is a good idea."
I sighed.
"I didn't limp."
"I was just being careful."
She folded her arms.
"There's a difference?"
"There is."
She shook her head with a sigh.
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