***Astrid***I stood at Oona’s grave, tears burning in my eyes.She hadn’t even been given a headstone. The pack had decided she wasn’t worth it. Just a cheap wooden plank driven into the dirt, her name scratched across it messily. The grave stood idle, like it carried some contagious disease. Because she was human.A bitter scoff scraped out of me. Even the people who had watched her die weren’t here.I moved slowly to Ophelia’s grave, fresh garlands in hand. The guilt still sat heavy in my chest, as if her blood were on my hands. I pressed a shaky palm to the cool stone.“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry this happened to you.”The question I couldn’t shake rose again: *Who’s next?* How many humans had to die before everyone admitted these wolves were rabid?Behind me, a cluster of girls broke into giggles. In a graveyard. The sound grated against my skin.“She’s the Alpha’s personal whore for now,” one of them whispered, loud enough to carry. “That’s why she’s always in his
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