Chapter 19

The rays of the sun filtered through my bedroom window when I woke up. I was in a particularly good mood this morning. I had a dream about my mother like I always do, and this time, it felt as if she was talking to me, encouraging me and urging me to stay strong despite how my stepmother treats me. She was reminding me of my promise to my stepfather.

It felt as if she was right there with me, talking to me non-stop, protecting and guiding me.

My eyebrows scrunched as I noticed the open window and the envelope that sat on top of the window mounted on a piece of nail. I stretch my hand, picking up the envelope and tearing it open. My heart beating drastically at the possibility of what would be for me on the inside. This is how messages were delivered through the pack. I never got many. Not a lot of times at least. I did my job diligently. Messages were often presented to someone if they were to be punished for something they did or did not do, saying it made me nervous.

The letter ins