Diana
Weeks have passed since I last saw Alpha Dominicus, and for reasons I can't quite explain, happiness eludes me. I should be ecstatic. After all, I've finally found sanctuary away from those who've been hunting me down like an animal. I'm far from my abusive, discriminatory pack, where every day was a struggle to prove my worth due to being Wolfless.
Here, in this quaint human town nestled among endless woods, no one knows or cares about my lack of a wolf. The concept of Weres is as foreign to them as snow in summer. I know there must be a pack nearby – you can't have an Alpha without one – but I haven't seen hide nor hair of any other werewolves. They're probably deep in the surrounding forest, keeping to themselves.
I feel a twinge of guilt at the thought, but if I'm being honest, not seeing any other Weres is a tremendous relief. Here, I'm just Diana – not the Wolfless freak, not the embarrassment to be hidden away. I'm treated like anyone else, and it should be liberating.
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