Emily’s pov
The following morning, I strangely woke up without feeling nauseous or worn down. I had slept all night without even a nightmare... maybe thanks to the drugs that Rick had prescribed me, that kept my bad dreams and panic attacks under control.
I couldn’t remember the last time I'd woken up feeling so... relaxed. And energetic.
After a few laps in the castle's pool and a shower, I joined the rest of the pack in the dining room, where breakfast was being served.
The warmth my new soon-to-be-packmates welcomed me with felt refreshing: it was totally different from the fearful deference I had become accustomed to at the Red Blood's packhouse. No "Luna", no "madam"... just many, happy, warm "hello, Em", said while serving food.
They, I realized as I watched them, were the clo
