Patricia. m Chapter 12 -- A New DayThe smell of breakfast hits me halfway down the hall—eggs, sausage, fresh bread, and something sweet my mother only makes when she’s stressed. Sylvie perks up inside me, tail flicking.She’s worried, Sylvie says. She always worries. Not like this.I push open the dining hall door.My parents sit at the long table, close together, speaking quietly. My mother’s eyes soften the moment she sees me. My father’s shoulders drop a fraction—his version of relief. Elias sits beside them, posture alert, eyes scanning the room the way he always does.“Morning, sweetheart,” my mother says, voice warm but edged with concern.I sit beside her. She slides a plate toward me without a word. I start eating immediately. My body needed this more than I realized.“You slept?” my father asks, studying me the way he studies wounded wolves—checking for breaks that aren’t visible.“Enough.”He nods. He doesn’t push. He never pushes unless it’s life or death.The dining
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