As Elora's first night in the cottage descended, she drifted into a restless sleep, only to be abruptly awakened by the echoes of her own terrified screams. Mary rushed to her side, concern etched across her features as she gently shook Elora awake.
"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Mary asked, her voice laced with worry.
Tears streamed down Elora's cheeks as she tried to compose herself. "I... I had a nightmare," she stammered, her voice quivering with fear.
“You wanna talk about it?” Mary asked.
“I dreamed about my day of banishment,” Elora replied with tears on her face.
“You will be OK, you will see. Now you are alive and far away from your pack. There is no one to hurt you here now. You are safe.” Mary added, caressing her back.
In the days that followed, Elora found herself caught in
