---- overwhelming amount of love and attention from the pack members. Mom cooked different elaborate meals for me every day, each one featuring my childhood favorites. She'd wake up early to make fresh bread and spend hours preparing special healing broths. "You need to regain your strength," she'd say, piling another helping onto my plate. ''And some color in your cheeks." Dad constantly checked on me throughout the day, asking about my well-being and if I needed anything. He'd appear at random moments just to ruffle my hair or ask if I was comfortable. "Are you cold? Too warm? Do you need more pillows? "he'd fuss. But the most surprising thing was the gifts. Every morning when I woke up, countless presents would be piled by my door. The variety was staggering -sometimes entire sheets of freshly hunted, processed snow deer pelts that were perfect for ---- making warm winter cloaks. Sometimes rare herbs that emanated faint magical energy, exactly the kind that would be invaluable for my healing work. There were also books on advanced healing techniques, expensive crystal vials for potion storage, and even a set of silver-inlaid surgical tools that must have cost a fortune. "Who's doing this?" asked Mom one morning, gesturing to the latest pile of gifts. She just smiled mysteriously. "Someone who loves you very much." After a week of this, I was completely overwhelmed. The gifts were beautiful and thoughtful, but they were literally blocking my doorway. I casually muttered to Dad, "These are wonderful, but they're blocking the way. At this point I'd rather just have cash instead." I was joking, of course. But the next morning, there was a ten-million-dollar ---- check tucked neatly in my door crack. I stared at it in shock, my hands shaking as I picked up the paper. The day after that, another check for twenty million. Then thirty million. By the end of the week, I'd received checks totaling nearly a hundred million dollars. I couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. The generosity was incredible, but it was also completely insane. I finally couldn't stand it anymore and marched downstairs to confront my parents. "Mom, Dad, you're going to spoil me rotten like this," I announced, waving the latest check in the air. "This is too much!" Mom laughed and shook her head, looking genuinely amused by my distress. "Tt's not our doing, sweetheart," she said. "This is all