**ARABELLA POV**
In the two weeks since I fled from Landon's pack, Connor has shown unwavering support through the whirlwind of emotions I've been grappling with. His presence has been a comforting anchor amid the chaos. Meadow, too, is beginning to shift her perspective on him; she’s slowly recognizing that his actions were driven by a desire to protect us rather than to cause us harm. The tension that once filled the air around us is beginning to dissipate as understanding blossoms, illuminating the true intentions behind Connor's brave choices.
Once the pills had completely left my system, I found myself navigating through a series of unexpected mishaps around the house, grappling to keep my powers in check. Objects sometimes trembled at my touch, and small accidents became a regular
