Every time I stepped outside, I could feel it—the weight of a hundred stares pressing down on me, the hushed whispers that weren’t so hushed. My wolf bristled under my skin, ears practically twitching with every not-so-subtle comment thrown my way.By the time I got back to the packhouse, the Silver Claw elders were already waiting, sitting in their usual semi-circle like a tribunal of judgmental grandpas."Louis," Elder Marcus started, steepling his fingers like he was about to hand down a life sentence. "Perhaps it would be... wise to be more mindful of your actions."The other elders nodded in solemn agreement, like I was some reckless pup caught chewing up the furniture.Mindful? Of what exactly?I frowned. "Did I miss an emergency decree banning grocery runs? Or do I need the council's approval before stepping outside?"They exchanged glances, their expressions screaming she doesn’t know.I was really starting to hate that look.So, the moment I got back to my apartment, I pulled
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