Lauren
The smell of pine and fresh earth greeted me as I opened the window in my new room. Still, it was hard to think this view was mine again.
The manner felt cold when we arrived—and yet, here I was, folding my favorite throw blanket over the edge of the bed and placing Abigail’s stuffed rabbit on the pillow on her pillow. Little by little, I tried to carve out a space for myself and Abigail in this house that still didn’t feel like home.
It wasn’t just the house. The Pack was a different world, one I hadn’t been part of for years. Every face I passed in the hallways or on the grounds seemed to hold questions they were too polite to ask. Where had I been? Why had I left? And more importantly, why was I back? What happened to Sophia?
All of them to scared to ask, every question one
