The days lengthened and I waited to see more Grey Men. Visions of them filled my dreams at night until I barely dared to sleep. My eldest sister Brenna commented on how pale and sickly I looked, and convinced her Alphas to move me to a freshly built lodge at the foot of the mountain. They reasoned that there I could enjoy the fresh air, and be courted by the pack more easily.
At first I feared the Grey Men even more, but as the moon waxed and waned, none appeared. Whatever magic the Berserkers had, it kept the sinister beings away. A reason to be grateful for my new life as part of the pack.
But my headaches continued, as did the nosebleeds. I found food less and less appealing. I did not sleep at night, so I dozed in the day, and woke shivering from nightmares.
I hid my sickness as bes
