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RUBY JUNE. I got discharged from the hospital, and Charles insisted on taking me to the pack house. We arrived at the pack house, and his mother, Luna, stood with a broad smile as she came to hug me—as if she hadn’t kept me imprisoned to starve without believing a word I said and was now acting like we were cool. “I’m so glad to have you back,” Luna said as she pulled away from the hug with a broad smile. “I’m so sorry about what happened between us the last time we saw. I should not have said those words to you. Please accept my apologies,” she said. “No problem,” I said, forcing a small smile. “So, are we good now?” she asked. I nodded. “Yes, it was a misunderstanding, right?” She nodded, tapping my back gently. “You are so kind.” I nodded, not wanting to say anything more. What