Days pass like I was walking a thin edge. One wrong step and everything could break. The blood moon finally faded, but its shadow didn’t. I still feel it under my skin, humming faintly, like a secret heartbeat that doesn’t belong to me.
Talon and I agreed to say as little as possible. The pack doesn’t ask questions, but I can feel the whispers. They linger when I walk through the halls, when I train, when I breathe.
Beta Morwin’s eyes follow me every time I enter a room.
But no one dares speak against me. Not while the moon still carries my name.
So we pretend. Talon helps me craft excuses that almost sound human.
“She’s training harder than usual.” He tells them when they notice the shadows under my eyes.
“Stress.” He says when my hands tremble.
And I play along, because the truth
