* Claire’s POV *
I slowly opened my eyes, taking in the familiar surroundings of my bedroom. The soft rays of the morning sun filtered through the window, casting a golden hue across the room. I turned my head and saw my mother sleeping soundly on the chair beside my bed. I tried to move, but a sudden wave of dizziness swept over me, forcing me to lie still.
As I lay there, my mind started to clear, and memories of the previous day came flooding back. I had returned with my father to the pack house after breaking him out of jail, but everything had been a blur after that. I remembered feeling weak and drained, and then...nothing.
My mother stirred, sensing my movement. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. "Good morning, my love. How are you feeling?" she asked, her voice soft and gentl
