The heavy oak doors of the pack house creaked as Celine Wolverine shoved them open with her shoulder, balancing a tray loaded with dirty breakfast dishes. The scent of fried bacon and fresh bread still hung thick in the air, but it did nothing to loosen the knot twisting in her stomach. Another morning, another round of pretending she belonged here at all. "Watch it, wolfless," a sharp voice snapped from behind her. Celine tensed, nearly dropping the whole tray as Lila brushed past, her shoulder slamming into Celine's hard enough to send a plate crashing to the floor. Porcelain shattered across the stone tiles, and a couple of warriors lounging near the long dining table let out low chuckles. Lila flipped her dark curls over one shoulder, lips twisting into that same nasty smirk she always wore. She was only a year older, but in the eyes of the pack, the gap between them might as well have been a mile wide. Lila's father was the gamma, which put her damn near the top of the food c
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