She looked at me like she already understood what I was about to ask.I tried to speak, but my throat felt like sandpaper.I coughed weakly, barely able to get the words out.She said nothing, but reached for a small cup sitting on the bedside table and handed it to me without hesitation.Water.I stared at it for a second, unsure.She raised an eyebrow, clearly waiting.Eventually, I took it. Sipped slowly. My throat burned at first, but then the coolness kicked in and I drank it all in one go.My voice came back in pieces. “Where… where is this?”Her answer was quick, matter-of-fact.“Hospital.”I frowned. That wasn’t what I meant.“No, I mean… this entire place. What pack is this?”She paused, mid-stir, clearly debating how much to say.Finally, she looked up and met my gaze again. “Black Oak,” she said. “You’re in the Black Oak Pack.”The name hit me like a punch to the stomach.My breath caught.Black Oak?I almost passed out again.No. No, no, no.The stories I’d heard as a chil
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