Faye – POV
For the past two days, Nicole spoke little; she was quiet. As she woke from illness, the weight of grieving for her parents, whom she couldn't see one last time, became apparent. "You don't have to accompany me, Faye; you should go to sleep. I will be fine," Nicole said in a soft voice.
"No, I am not leaving your side," I asserted. Nicole asked, "Why do I feel tension between you and Oscar?" I looked away, wanting to avoid the topic, but I knew I couldn't. I had to tell Nicole the whole truth about the complexities surrounding Oscar and me.
"Are you sure you will be able to process the narrative?" I asked.
"I can take it, Faye. I am not weak; my wolf is recovering, and you know I can even walk in my room now," Nicole assured. Despite her resilience, a shadow of worry crossed
