Ruby
When I wake, I’m back in Atwood’s bedroom. Was this all a dream? Is it the morning before school again, and will Atwood come strolling in with my homecoming dress any minute?
I look over to see Atwood laying beside me. He’s back in his human form. Someone has bandaged his wounds; I guess I knew that my healing abilities wouldn’t be able to fully heal his wound, but I’m satisfied to know at least that maybe my healing kept him alive until the rest of the pack came.
I sit up and quietly climb out of bed so as not to wake him. As I do so, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and pause to look at my reflection.
Even though my vision showed me laying dead in the woods having frozen to death, I’m here. I’m alive, I’m warm, and I’m okay. I guess this wouldn’t be the fir
