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While Ocracoke has started to acclimate to her new life, she still hasn’t shed any of the monsters still following her around. Her lack of eyesight, her now swelling stomach, every ache and pain still reminds her of Him. She wakes up from a frightening dream where he’s around, taking her away from the wolves that have shown her kindness—something she thought she’d never experience—and she always struggles to regain some of sanity when awake.

As another nightmare breaks her slumber, she bolts awake with a start, taking heavy breaths to try and sooth her. Her ears swivel upon her head, hearing the sounds of a forest in spring instead of the wet echo of her breathing against cave walls. He isn’t around the corner with something else to sedate her or to rape and torture her even more, but she is not completely free from his hold. The demon children within her will only make things worth and surely the pack’s kindness comes with an expiration date, advanced now by her predicament.

The glen is quiet, having moved away from the tunnel (after she nearly tumbled in the other day) to avoid any unwanted contact, and to keep herself hidden from any that might see the obvious growth of her belly.