Emily's POV
The sunlight trickled into the room as I stirred awake, my heart feeling a little lighter than the night before. Caleb and Joey had fallen asleep on either side of me after one of their fights over who got to spoon me first. I had laughed so hard that tears had rolled down my cheeks, eventually deciding to let Caleb go first while Joey muttered about favoritism under his breath. It was moments like these—simple, warm, and lighthearted—that made me grateful they weren't rushing me into anything I wasn't ready for.
I stretched my arms and looked around. My new room in the pack house still felt like a dream. The enormous bed, plush carpeting, and gilded furniture were a far cry from the cramped attic I used to call home. My sketches, family pictures, and a few keepsakes were tuc
