I want to narrate how I’ve grown and tell him I love him, too. I want to give him a hug and tell him the story of my life.

I want to apologize, but where can I find him? Should I go back to my grandfather’s pack and leave my perfect life behind and face my step-brothers? Besides, I’m strong now and no longer vulnerable or a crybaby, waiting for a hero to come save her.

I glanced at the mirror again and saw red tears streaming down my cheeks, felt a sharp tear at my chest. I cried out at the pain and fell from my stool.

I rolled...