Sera's POV
A few days had passed in a strange, quiet blur.
Olivia had come back every single morning, bringing fresh food, soft blankets, and today, a small pile of her own clothes so I didn't have to keep swimming in oversized pack shirts. She sat at the table with me for hours, never pushing, never prying into the dark corners of my past. She just let me talk whenever I actually had something to say, filling the heavy silence with light stories about her brother or the pack.
Is this what having a friend feels like?
Yesterday, she told a ridiculous story about Eric getting his boots stuck in the river mud during a scout patrol, and a soft, rusty laugh had spilled out of my throat before I could stop it. The sound was so foreign, so entirely detached from the girl who had spent a year
