There once circulated a rumour that the Alpha of Shadow ridge had a scar.
It ran deep across his face, giving rise to fear in the most toughest of hearts. Having being an victim of gossip and judgement her entire life, Iris knew better than to believe in tea time amusements.
Still, there were times when Iris saw a glimpse of those rumours in his face. An invisible scar, threatening to burst into bone and blood, sent a cold shiver down her spine for no reason.
Her calloused fingers fisted his collar, knuckles turning white against the edges of her sleeve. The air became thick like tar in her airway, refusing to go down or throw up.
The oppression was heavy. A physical manifestation of pure superiority trying to bury her existence under its weight that was impossible to fight.
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