Ever since arriving at the Silver Mane Pack three years ago, Emma had become the darling of the entire pack. The elders praised her manners, the younger wolves admired her gentle nature, and even the servants spoke fondly of her whenever her name came up.
She had been accepted with astonishing speed.
Much like a newborn child welcomed into a loving family, the pack had embraced her without reservation. Her humility, soft-spoken nature, and disarming smile had gradually won over almost everyone around her.
Before long, the affection the Silver Mane Pack had once reserved for Ivy had quietly shifted to Emma instead.
That was precisely why Kael's comparison stung so deeply.
In Emma's eyes, Ivy was someone who had already been left behind.
Someone she had surpassed long ago.
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