The kitchens were a little bit quieter now that most of our number had been sent home, but there were still pack members and servants bustling around. I collapsed into a seat and lay my head into my hands and breathe. "She lives!" Jules exclaims taking a seat right next to me, "I'll go grab you some food, sit tight." I mumble a thanks. The cool wood of the table feels solid and refreshing against my cheek. She's right, I should celebrate being alive, but something was holding me back. What do you call it when you have survivors guilt except you were the one who killed the person who didn't survive? Regular guilt? Jules slammed a bowl of stew in front of me."Eat up!" "yum." I reply, not matching her enthusiasm. "I can't believe the three of us all made to the last seven." I thought for a moment of poor Dani, but she wanted to go home since day one. We were all getting what we wanted, I guess.I took a bite of meat and potatoes and chewed. I was hungry, but my stomach hadn't quite
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