The days that followed were quiet, healing—a gentle rhythm of rest and recovery that slowly began to mend the broken pieces of Meriem's soul. She spent her mornings in the sunlit gardens, her afternoons in quiet conversation with Lori, her evenings by the fire, slowly learning to feel safe again.
And then, something began to stir within her.
At first, she thought it was just her imagination—a flicker of warmth, a whisper of presence, a faint echo of something she had long thought dead. But as the days passed, the feeling grew stronger.
Her inner wolf.
The beast that had been suppressed, poisoned, beaten into submission for years—it was stirring. Waking. Reaching toward the light.
Meriem wept when she felt it for the first time. Not tears of sorrow, but tears of joy—the overwhelming re
