The pack was turning colder toward Elara. Warriors who used to nod at her now avoided eye contact. During training, some refused to partner with her, finding sudden reasons to switch groups or claim an injury. During meetings, her suggestions were ignored or questioned more harshly than before, the room falling into pointed silence whenever she spoke. The shift was not loud. It was quiet, steady, and deliberate—the kind of cold that settled into the bones.Elara felt the isolation creeping back in. It reminded her too much of the past—the years when silence had been safer than speech, when turning corners had meant calculating who might be watching. She moved through the days with careful composure, answering when spoken to, offering help where it was needed, and absorbing the small cuts without letting them show on her face.One afternoon, she was walking through the main compound when a group of young wolves deliberately turned their backs on her. They had been laughing about some
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