*Two Days Later*
Two days have passed since I learned the truth about who I really am. Two full days, yet even now, I still can't seem to fully accept everything that's been revealed to me. The reality of my identity hangs heavy over my thoughts like a thick fog, making it hard to focus on anything else.
"Jacob." I turn at the sound of my name, pulled away from the swirling maze in my mind. "We've been talking to you for a while now, but you seem miles away."
I force a smile onto my face and immediately apologize to them. "I'm sorry. I've just had a lot on my mind these past few days – things that keep circling around and won't let me rest."
We're gathered here in the pack house garden with the mates of Damon's closest friends. They've come to visit me, they said – wanting to check in after I'd been unwell. We've spread out blankets on the grass, setting out the food they brought with them while using the fabric to cushion us against the hard ground beneath.
