  &quot;Right now, all we have is time to kill. It ll be a couple of days before we know how much recovery Sierra s going to need. It may be weeks before either of you is unbound. For now, we need to spread this among the pack and let them decide whose side they are on. Hybrids have always been a secret, and now their leaders are mixes of the enemies they hold within them. The pack needs to know everything, and after, those who are still here, and choose to stay, can never hold it against any of us again—we are who we are.&quot; Meadow gets up and stands beside Colton, turning to the rest of the pack and drawing my eye back across the room at them from my horizontal position. What she says makes perfect sense, yet it s utterly terrifying. 
  Outing everything to the rest of the pack. Telling them what I am, what he is, what they are, and opening all out and laying it bare for them to cho

  I inhale heavily to self-calm and level myself out, shake my head and give myself an internal rattle to snap out of this. I haul out the oversized nightshirt that Meadow gifted me, my all-time favorite, and underwear, and quickly strip, loving the feel of soft delicate lingerie and an actual cozy and loose T-shirt, printed with delicate pastel florals, over gray sweats any day. It s the little things that can restore you in weird ways.
  I yank out my toiletries bag and find my hairbrush, facial wipes, and all sorts of self-grooming products I left behind, as they were too heavy to carry and start to put myself to rights. There s a mirror over the mantle and it s only now I can see how grubby and scruffy I am. I look like a hobo who hasn t seen water in weeks, and my hair is a dull brown because it s so dirty.
  Meadow was right, though; I do look different. My hair is longer, my face 

  We re sitting in a study with a large double bed in the corner that looks completely out of place in an alcove, as though it s a new addition, with the sub pack eerily quiet as they all absorb everything we showed them outside. Sat in slightly dazed moods as we all digest the truth of our combined memories.
  It s a small room with a bay window, a large couch, and an armchair cozily nestled in front of a rustic fireplace. A large handmade desk sits off to the side, just in the nook of the window space, facing inward with a worn chair tucked behind. There s an entire wall lined with dark stained bookcases, crammed full of old leather-bound journals of varying shades of tan, brown, and black, with no titles on display and I wonder what exactly is contained within the aged pages for them to bear no mark. There are oddities, and bottles of all kinds nestled among them, and facing that wall

&quot;Right now, all we have is time to kill. It ll be a couple of days before we know how much recovery Sierra s going to need. It may be weeks before either of you is unbound. For now, we need to spread this among the pack and let them decide whose side they are on. Hybrids have always been a secret, and now their leaders are mixes of the enemies they hold within them. The pack needs to know everything, and after, those who are still here, and choose to stay, can never hold it against any of us again—we are who we are.&quot; Meadow gets up and stands beside Colton, turning to the rest of the pack and drawing my eye back across the room at them from my horizontal position. What she says makes perfect sense, yet it s utterly terrifying. 
  Outing everything to the rest of the pack. Telling them what I am, what he is, what they are, and opening all out and laying it bare for them to choose which side they want to follow. We may lose everyone. There has never been an outpouring of such 

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