Nurse Mary nodded understandingly, respecting Elora’s determination. She could see the fire in her eyes, the fierce spirit that refused to be defeated by life’s hardships. “Well then, we’ll start looking tomorrow,” she said with a supportive smile.
As Elora’s first night in the cottage descended, she drifted into a restless sleep, only to be abruptly awakened by the echoes of her own terrified screams. Mary rushed to her side, concern etched across her features as she gently shook Elora awake.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Mary asked, her voice laced with worry.
Tears streamed down Elora’s cheeks as she tried to compose herself. “I… I had a nightmare,” she stammered, her voice quivering with fear.
“You wanna talk about it?” Mary asked.
“I dreamed about my day of banishment,” Elora replied with tears on her face.
“You will be OK, you will see. Now you are alive and far away from your pack. There is no one to hurt you here now. You are safe.” Mary added, caressing her back.
In the days that followed, Elora found herself caught in a relentless cycle of searching for a job during the day, only to be met with rejection after rejection. Each day she went into the city with Mary and went from place to place, but no one wanted to hire a paperless girl who could not even prove her age.
Each night brought haunting nightmares, leaving her feeling more exhausted and defeated than ever. Her only moments of solace were the ones spent with Mary, in the small cottage.
She realized terrified that without Mary’s help she would have been in a really critical situation.
Witnessing Elora’s struggles, Mary’s heart ached with empathy. For 10 days now, she had seen how the poor girl tried everything possible to find a job, but no one considered her. The only offer she got was from a strip club, but as a dancer. The poor girl ran terrified.
Mary knew she couldn’t stand idly. Determined to help, Mary decided to have a heart-to-heart conversation with Elora to see how she could offer support during this difficult time.
After dinner, Mary gently guided Elora to the living room, her expression filled with concern.
“Lora, we need to talk,” Mary began, her voice gentle yet firm.
Elora followed, feeling skittish and burdened by a sense of shame that weighed heavily upon her.
Each meal she ate only served to exacerbate her guilt, knowing that she contributed nothing to the household. And it did not help that she always felt hungry in the last period. She even noticed on her few clothes that she had gained weight because the jeans barely fit her around the waist.
Once seated on the couch, Mary reached out, placing a comforting hand on Elora’s trembling shoulder.
“You need to stop punishing yourself like this,” she urged, her tone filled with compassion. “You’re running yourself into the ground. You looked exhausted, and I noticed how you vomited your breakfast. The stress will kill you if you don’t slow down. The cottage is spotless. I believe the spiders are terrified of your presence: you clean, you wash, you arrange, you cook and try to find a job. But you can’t carry on like this. Enough is enough.”
Unable to contain her emotions any longer, Elora broke down in tears. “I don’t know what to do,” she confessed, her voice trembling with despair. “Without my documents, I… I’m lost. No one wants to hire a person who can’t even prove her own name or age, and the lack of experience is making it worse. I was thinking about going to the police, but not sure that they would help me.”
Mary listened intently, her heart aching for the young girl before her. “Hm, I see. What was your status in the pack in terms of tasks, studies?” she asked gently.
Elora hesitated for a moment before responding, her voice trembling with pain. “I just finished high school,” she began, her words filled with longing. “And I even passed the MCAT in February…”
Mary’s eyes widened in astonishment. “The MCAT? Medical College Admission Test? That’s a very difficult exam. You were interested in the medical field?” she exclaimed, impressed by Elora’s accomplishment.
With a heavy heart, Elora nodded, her voice tinged with sadness. “It was my dream to become a pack doctor,” she admitted, her words filled with longing. “To help people and heal suffering.”
“Hm, it seems that you need some sort of documents or paperwork for you to have an identity, and this would be the first step. Let me check with some of my contacts to see what I can do” Mary said.
As Mary proposed the idea of obtaining documents for Elora, a glimmer of hope flickered in her eyes. She listened intently as Mary explained her plan, her heart racing with anticipation.
“That… That would be incredible,” Elora stammered, her voice filled with desperation. “But… No packs, please. I can’t go back, especially as a rogue; I don’t want to die.”
Mary reached out, placing a reassuring hand on Elora’s trembling shoulder. “I understand,” she said gently. “It won’t be anything official. Your secret is safe with me. Just a favor from one of my nephews.”
Elora’s breath caught in her throat as a wave of relief washed over her. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.
Mary smiled warmly, her eyes filled with compassion. “Now, I need you to write down your full name and your previous pack affiliation,” she instructed. “That way, my nephew can try to locate your records in the inter-packs database.”
“How… How do you know about the inter-packs database?” Elora asked, her curiosity piqued.
Mary’s smile widened, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Let’s just say I’ve picked up a few things over the years,” she replied cryptically. “It’s amazing what you can learn when you listen closely. I know that the system exists to help clear anyone’s identity fast and also facilitate a fast transfer from one pack to another, especially when some mates are from different packs. In the system you will find all the important documents.”
Elora listened carefully, “But only the Alphas, Betas and Deltas have access to the base.”
Mary smiled again, “No worries, my nephew can make it happen. Trust me on this.”
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