The gates of Silver Claw Pack rose before me like a wall of judgment. Wolves crowded around, their eyes sharp, their whispers louder than the wind. My stomach churned as I stepped forward, my hands clenched into fists at my sides.
“Why bring her back, Alpha?” one of the elder wolves demanded, his voice cutting through the murmurs.
“She’s a traitor! She’s cursed!” another hissed.
I lowered my gaze, my heart hammering in my chest. These were the same faces I had grown up with. Some had laughed with me, played with me, shared little victories and small joys. Now they stared like I was the plague itself.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. I refused to cry, refused to show them the fear that threatened to shake me to my bones. I had endured worse than their words before.
Alpha Leon stepped
