Delilah's POV
I started walking again, right past the training grounds and right past Mateo and Dante and all thirty wolves who were still laughing at me. Mud squelched with every step and dripped from my hair and clothes, leaving a trail behind me, but I kept my eyes forward and kept walking even though I felt broken inside, even though tears were mixing with the mud on my face, even though I probably looked like the sorriest sight anyone had ever seen.
Let them laugh. Let them mock. I had somewhere to be.
The healing center appeared through the trees, and I'd never been so grateful to see a building in my life. I pushed through the door while leaving muddy footprints on the clean floor, and the two healers working at the main table looked up with identical expressions of shock.
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