TESSA'S POV
The next morning, the pack doctor allowed me to go home. He said that I could do home medication, prescribing me with some medicines I had to take religiously so that my wounds would heal within two weeks.
As my guardians and I walked inside the familiar living room of our home, my chest tightened right away. Trauma. That was the only thing I could feel at this point. Seeing the open kitchen where I was almost stabbed by a floating knife the last time I was here.
I found myself catching my breath, and before my anxiety got worse, my aunt already held my arms. "Breathe, Tessa. Inhale. Exhale."
She breathed in, and breathed out afterward, and did that repeatedly. I did the same thing until my chest went normal again.
"Are you still anxious, sweetheart?" Aunt Alice cupped my
