Calista
I opened the gates and entered the living room of the pack house. The silence in the house felt like the calm before the storm. I have felt this many times but something is different today. Today, I am the storm.
I shut the door behind me, the quiet click echoing through the empty space. My eyes scanned the living room—familiar and unchanged, yet somehow different. It was like seeing everything through a new lens, one sharpened by the hours I’d spent in the woods, wrestling with my thoughts and emotions.
There was a clarity now, a fearfully calm resolve that settled in my bones. The darkness in my mind, the anger and frustration, had morphed into something else—something that fueled me and gave me courage.
My boots thudded softly against the wooden floor as I made my way to the
