(Ella’s POV)The pack-house corridors felt narrower these days. Every time Ella walked through them, it was as if the walls leaned closer, the shadows deeper, the whispers sharper.They thought she didn’t hear them, but she actually did.“She’ll never be able to last.”“Human blood can’t lead us.”“Cole deserves better than to be bond to her, a mere human.”The words clung to her skin like burrs, impossible to shake. She learned to keep her gaze low, to smile politely, to slip into corners where their eyes couldn’t cut so deep at her. But the whispers still followed, when she pressed over her pillow at night, the words still curled into her ears.Still, each morning Ella rose. She forced herself to braid her hair, to wash her face, to take measured breaths and step into the day. Because to stop acting untouched by their words, would be she admitting defeat and in her lifetime, she has done enough surrendering in her life, now she refuse to do that again.That morning, she join
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