By the end of her first week at Ashwood, Elena had learned the shape of her new life the way she had learned every other unwanted role handed to her, quickly, quietly, and without complaint.She was the Luna in name only. The pack staff had stopped calling her that within three days, once it became clear that Damian never used the word himself and never corrected anyone who left it out. Instead she was simply Elena, or sometimes, when the older wolves thought she was out of earshot, the human reject, a phrase that stung less each time she heard it, mostly because she'd started to believe it might be true.She was not human. She knew that much, technically, the same way every child born in a pack family knew it, blood was blood no matter how weak the wolf inside it turned out to be. But her wolf had never once surfaced, not on her sixteenth birthday when most pack children had their first shift, not in the years since, no matter how many moons rose and fell over the Hart house. Carla h
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