Lily POV
I dropped the teacup, and it broke against the kitchen floor with a sharp crash that made everyone in the room freeze. My hands were shaking so badly I couldn't hold anything anymore.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, looking at the broken pieces. "I can't seem to do anything right today."
Mrs. Rivera, who had been telling me about her late husband, quickly knelt down to help clean up the mess. "Don't worry about it, dear. We've all been there."
That's when I noticed something strange. Instead of looking angry or frustrated, every woman in the room was nodding with understanding. These were the pack's war widows - women who had lost their mates in fights long ago. Dr. Chen had suggested I meet with them, thinking it might help me deal with losing my memories of Caleb.
"The shaking gets better," said Elena, an older woman with kind eyes. "After my Marcus died in the border wars, I couldn't hold a cup for months. Everything reminded me of what I'd lost."
