“You’ve all come so far,” Nicole remarked to the group of people sitting around her. “You’ve faced unimaginable hardships, but you’ve found the strength within yourselves to rise above them. You’re warriors, every single one of you.”
“Thank you, Charlene,” an older woman chorused. Applause resounded around the circular space formed by a group of chairs.
Nicole’s heart warmed as she took her hand. She was happy with the progress she had made, but at the same time, she didn’t know why thoughts of Liam drifted into her consciousness.
She believed that by changing her name, she could escape her past and forge a new life. Yet, despite the new identity she had adopted, she couldn’t shake the memories of Liam or the deep ache in her heart that yearned for his presence.
When in Silverwood, a place that welcomed wolves of all kinds, she found solace in helping others who had experienced similar traumas.
Nicole immersed herself in the community of Silverwood. She discovered a sense of purpose. She became a tutor, offering guidance and support to those who had endured pain and suffering.
Through her own experiences, she understood the struggles they faced and empathized with their journey toward healing. Still, she was always yearning for him. She knew that she should hate him because she only remembered him as mean, but she always had dreams of him caring for her, professing his love for her and being there for her.
“Tasha, you’re next,” she said to the youngest girl in the group.