You might be wondering why my time at Red River and Black Moon was not enough to heal me. If you had asked me that question before I left for Hawaii, I would have wondered that too.
But the day that I wrote Brady that letter and left Black Moon, I had an epiphany. Being at Red River and Black Moon was wonderful, and I appreciate how much the Hyders and both packs did for me. At the same time, the Hyders often treated me more like "Astrid—the-she-wolf-who-was-abused-and-who-is-in-danger" than just "Astrid."
I am not trying to be ungrateful. I miss the packs and all three of the Hyders a lot. It's just that, now that I have been on my own for a few weeks, it feels nice to be around people who do not know my story and who do not feel sorry for me all the time.
(No one at the Wolf Packers has asked me my story; they have a strict but unwritten "only tell your story when you are ready" policy.)
