Ava’s POV
The air in the pack house felt different, whispers followed me everywhere.
It didn’t matter if I was walking down the hall to the dining room, passing through the training grounds or even standing by the window in my room. They were there, low, hushed voices that dropped just low enough when I entered but not low enough that I couldn’t hear.
“She’s the one…”
“Not natural.”
“Alphas shouldn’t allow this.”
“She’s dangerous.”
Each word cut like a blade.
I tried to ignore it at first. Tried to tell myself I was used to this, i’d grown up with worse. For years in my old pack, they’d called me wolfless, useless, cursed. I’d been the servant, the punching bag, the mistake no one wanted to claim.
But this was different.
This wasn’t strangers in my old home, this wasn’t Tracy’s s
