I tripped. Again.Not on purpose. Maybe a little. My foot caught a tiny crack in the training yard, and I went sprawling like an empty sack, arms scraping dirt, knees screaming. The world didn’t pause. Of course it didn’t.Laughter cut through the air—sharp, cruel, piercing. Derek Valen snorted so loud it rattled my teeth. Someone else tried to cover a laugh, failed halfway. And Ryker Delaine… Alpha. Pack leader. Cold steel in human skin. Didn’t glance my way. Not once. Nothing. I was a ghost in plain sight.I lay there, face pressed against the dirt. Dust in my hair. Sweat on my cheek. Heart hammering so hard I thought it might burst. Pride? Tiny, fragile thing. Gone. My knees felt like broken stone. My stomach knotted. My hands scraped raw trying to push myself up.“Pathetic,” someone muttered.I smiled. Not a real smile. The kind that says whatever, just leave me alone. “Yeah,” I whispered to myself. “Pathetic. Totally.”I staggered upright. Tried to dust myself off. Hands bleeding
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