Alethea

The entire pack is buzzing with excitement. The ball is tonight. Everyone is talking, planning, rushing around-and honestly, it's a bit overwhelming.

But for me, the ball means one thing: I'm finally leaving.

A part of me is relieved. I've been holding my breath for so long, waiting for a break. I've done the work-seen a therapist, poured my heart out, faced my fears, even let someone in.

But still... another part of me wants to stay.

It's confusing, this tug-of-war inside me. Staying means hope. Leaving means peace.

I turn slowly in front of the mirror, admiring the gown laid out on my bed last night. I hadn't...