Exiled. Exile. The Celestial Moon pack, in all its enormity, seemed to have no place for me. My foot slipped, and I stumbled. “Christy! Christy!” I tried to smile, but it came out as a grimace. "I’m fine. Thank you." Collins supported me by the shoulder as we moved through the packhouse, past the prying eyes of wolves who pretended not to stare. “I’m okay,” I whispered, trying to convince myself as much as him. Just as quietly, he disagreed.“No, you’re not, Christy. But that’s okay. You will be.” He didn’t let go until we got home. The moment I sat on the sofa, the strength drained out of me. I barely made it to the bathroom before retching, the expensive dinner disappearing down the drain. My mother came in, rubbing my back gently. I wiped my eyes, clearing away the tears I hadn’t been able to stop. She said nothing. She didn’t need to. When she left, I went to my room and crawled into bed, broken in a way that felt permanent. I woul
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