"You have a beautiful smile. Don't hide it."Four years ago, I believed in fairy tales.I was nineteen years old, sitting on a stool in the pack healer's room with a needle and thread in my hands and Damon Thornwell's blood on my gloves, and those seven words changed the entire direction of my life.I hadn't been called beautiful before. Not once. Orphans in Silverpine Pack didn't get called beautiful. We got called useful, or quiet, or well-behaved, or sometimes nothing at all. We learned early that invisibility was safer than visibility. That taking up space was a luxury that belonged to wolves with bloodlines worth mentioning.I had been invisible my whole life.Until that afternoon in the healing room when the newly appointed Beta came in with a gash on his shoulder from training, and made me laugh while I stitched him up, and said those seven words like they cost him nothing.Like they were simply true.I had fumbled the needle. My face had gone so hot I could feel it in my ears
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