ELARA’S P.O.V.The dining hall was quieter than I had ever heard it as I sat down to eat. My plate was full before me, and I watched as Lucien sent me a nervous glance. He looked guilty, and that didn’t bode well for me. Normally, the pack dinners were loud, full of talking, laughing, stories, and children running up and down the walkways and getting scolded by their parents.Tonight, I could hear forks and knives scraping against the plates. The pack was tense, as if a dark cloud hung over us. A cloud named Abigail Sterling, and I watched as all eyes kept drifting to her.Some of them used to love her, at least they loved her more than they liked me, but now she was getting angry side-eyes and glances of distrust from the pack. Having an Alpha order the pack to keep their mouths shut so the little princess wouldn’t tattle-tale seemed to finally get them to see her with open eyes, proving her to be untrustworthy. It was refreshing. “Hello,” I said softly, eyeing the mountain of fo
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