The gasps resounded in her ears. The stares, she could still feel them burn through her, and she had broken down, had shrieked instead of howl, but no one laughed.There was nothing to laugh about.She had dashed through the crowd, the ground feeling uncomfortable under her feet. It was the most vulnerable she ever felt, the most useless, the most naked, the most empty.Empty, that was the word.It had been years of being the strong and young budding alpha female, and in one night, it seemed all of that had been taken away.The wolves of the Craw pack were black and strong, their eyes a variety of colors that changed based on their mood. The wolves of other packs had similar characteristics and sometimes you could only tell the difference based on scent and markings.“Other packs” however, did not include the Decent pack, the pack of the white wolves. They were the outcasts and had gone into hiding for many years now because as Isha had always been told, they were a mistake to the wer
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