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Rosalie

By the time we had managed to escape the pack hospital, and found ourselves in the outside world, the sun was rising, casting the world in a ruddy orange hue.

“Red sky at night.. shepherd delight. Red sky in morning, shepherds warning.” Granny Lou muttered under her breath, her words escaping her lips in billowing clouds. The first signs of spring were still far off in the future. And the morning, whilst not frosty, was cold enough to set my teeth chattering.

I could sense Landon hovering over me. Perhaps seeing my discomfort and wanting to help. But he stayed back, something I was entirely grateful for.

Returning to the pack house was more difficult than I could have imagined. Not much had changed. But this is what made it all worse.

It was as if I had never left as I stepped over the threshold into the large open downstairs space. Like the residents had been stood in time, not moving on. Not changing. I knew that this was far from the truth. But the eery feeling just did