Lady Isabella visits me.

The days had passed, each one bringing me closer to a fuller recovery. I marveled at how my body was responding, how my strength was returning after the ordeal I had faced. The scent of the flowers outside my window carried a promise of renewal, a promise that life was moving forward.

As the sun bathed my room in a warm glow, I was visited by a group of elders from the Moonlight pack. Their presence was comforting, a reminder that I was part of a community that cared for me. They asked about my health, their eyes filled with concern and warmth. It felt good to know that I was not alone in my journey to recovery.

After a while, the elders made their way outside, leaving me in the peaceful cocoon of my room. I closed my eyes, basking in the tranquility that enveloped me. But my solitude was short-lived, as the door creaked open once again.

In walked Lady Isabella, her presence unexpected yet not unwelcome. She spoke softly, her words carrying a hint of sincerity. She mentioned how she h