Chapter 50

Tracy's POV

I woke up in my room, lying in bed with a cup of tea on my bedside table. I reached over, placing my palm right above the cup's brim. It was still warm.

"Was it all a dream?" I said, maybe a little bit louder than I had imagined.

"No, it was not. I see you are up already". Huh, was someone else in here with me? I sat up abruptly to meet the warm eyes of the pack's healer. I had visited her just once to treat the injuries I had gotten from my stepdad's assault. He successfully convinced everyone that I had a mental illness, and had resulted in injuring myself.

Everyone believed him except for Ma'am Emily, the healer. She had even made up an excuse so I could stay longer under her care.

"Tracy... It's been ages since I last saw you," she said as she approached me, holding a glass of something that looked like medicine.

"What are you doing here, ma'am?" I looked around once more, ensuring that I had not gone back in time. My lamp was dimly lit, and farther away was a tabl