Brie’s POVMabel finds me while I am icing my ribs with a cloth soaked in stream water, before the swelling's had the decency to show up."You're not coming to drills today," she says. It isn't a question. Mabel already knows I was going to lie my way out of it."I'm fine.""You said that yesterday too, when half your face was on the ground."I don’t have a comeback for that, but I go to drills anyway, because missing them draws more attention than going does, and attention is the one thing I genuinely cannot afford this week. The omega quarters empty out together most mornings, all of us filing down the same narrow corridor past the same row of shared washbasins, the same six bunks to a room, with the same understanding that privacy is a thing higher-ranked wolves get and we borrow in small, stolen pieces. A curtain half-drawn, a turned back, the unspoken agreement not to watch someone change. It’s not a hard life by the pack’s standards. It’s just a small one, drawn tight around the
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