The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow across my childhood bedroom. Four days back in the Silver Moon Pack territory, and I still felt like a visitor in my own home. Every corner held memories—some sweet, others bitter enough to make my chest ache.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing the woman looking back at me. Gone was the shy, insecure omega who once roamed these halls. In her place stood someone stronger, someone who had rebuilt herself from the ashes of rejection and betrayal.
"Elara! Breakfast!" Mom's cheerful voice echoed up the stairs, pulling me from my thoughts.
With a deep breath, I headed downstairs, plastering on a smile. The smell of pancakes and bacon filled the air, a comforting reminder of simpler times.
"Morning, sweetheart," Mom greeted me with a warm hug. "Did you sleep well?"
