9. The Change

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James led me to a room in the pack house, and when we entered, he kindly took the time to explain everything I needed to know about my stay there. He excused himself gently, but I couldn't help but notice the look of pity on his face as he closed the bedroom door.

The sound of the door closing was the final blow, and the tears I had been holding back for so long finally descended. I collapsed on the floor of the room, hugging myself as I cried, not caring if anyone heard me as they passed by my door.

Sleep eluded me,...