Chapter 55

• It was still early, but The Omegas were awake, and I had been itching to leave my room since I had gotten there. The packhouse felt different, but I knew it was just me. The place wasn’t intimidating or scary anymore.
• When I first arrived, it was a blur. I didn’t feel anything. Then came the anger. But now… I was someone that I wouldn’t have expected. That even if I had been capable of thinking of the future in those first blurry months, I would never have been able to fathom this. That I could feel not just like a fraction of my former self but something more powerful, more sure.
• It was a heady feeling and a discovery that made me stand taller as I walked the too-familiar halls. I followed my routine, edging toward the dining room and pausing outside the kitchen. There was a bustle, but it was more languid than it had been the past few days. I was correct in thinking this would be a slow morning. It put me at ease only a little. I was anxious to get this day going, and the longer it took, the more the ‘what ifs’ pushed in.