Chapter 112 - then you have to return to the pack

The woman sounded as though she knew something Seraphine herself did not.

"Why do you say that?" Seraphine asked slowly, forcing herself to push through the discomfort long enough to speak clearly. "I need something that can handle this pain because I already know orthodox medicine doesn’t work for us."

Nessa’s eyes softened with sadness. "You’re right about that," she admitted quietly.

A heavy silence filled the room as she continued looking at Seraphine with an expression that carried both sympathy and reluctance.

"If you want the pain to stop," Nessa said after a moment, her voice calm but firm, "then you have to return to the pack."

The words seemed to settle into the air like something solid.

Seraphine stared at her, stunned. For several seconds, no one spoke.

Her mind slowly processed what Nessa had just said, the meaning settling heavily in her chest.

"No," Seraphine replied eventually, shaking her head with stubborn determination despite the pain tightening across her abdomen. "I will never go back to the pack."

she continued. "There has

look in Nessa’s eyes made it clear that

"Your only options are to sleep through the pain until it passes... or return to the

as another thought suddenly

was true, then something about this situation did not make

slightly despite how uncomfortable the movement felt. "Then why are you here?" she asked, studying Nessa

carried far more weight than a simple response to a question, and the look

packs and let their wolves run free for a while, and the reason we feel pain like this is because our wolves are trapped inside

dull, relentless ache twisting through her abdomen refused to ease even slightly, and as the words echoed in

pale glow of the moon, the forest floor soft beneath her paws while the scent of pine and earth filled the cool air, and the

of her life. They had once

those memories only carried the bitter taste of

backs on her, and the freedom she used to cherish no longer felt like something she could reach for without reopening wounds

of returning there felt less like comfort and more like walking back into a place where everyone had

her nose while pressing her palm against her stomach, trying to ignore the way the pain

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