Once Megan had been fed and she had been warmly welcomed by Mace, Alfie, Ripley, and the rest of the pack, I could tell by her face she was exhausted. The bags under her eyes were turning purple and her shoulders slumped in my oversized hoodie.

She had been partially dead for seven days, I wouldn't exactly call that rest. Inside she was fighting to stay alive and push through the curse and black magic. Of course, she's going to be tired, she literally reincarnated and sometimes I can't believe how strong that woman is.

I could tell she was trying her hardest to stay awake, fighting sleep so that...