The whispers did not stay quiet for long.By the middle of the day the pack house was filled with people talking about me. Every time I walked by people would look at me. They would glance at me when they thought I was not looking. They would stare at me when they thought I was looking. The people who worked in the kitchens the omegas, kept their heads down. I could tell they were talking about me. The warriors who were training stopped what they were doing to watch me walk by. Even the elders, who usually acted like they were too important to care about gossip looked at me for a little long when I walked by the great hall.I felt like I was being watched all the time. It was like someone was poking me with needles.Damon felt it too. I could tell because his shoulders were tight all morning and he kept looking around the rooms before we went in. He also kept his hand near my back not touching me but close enough to push me behind him if something bad happened.We practiced fighting
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