Elena’s POV:
The soldiers' grip on my arms was tight as they dragged me through the hallways. Every step sent jolts of pain through my battered body, but I refused to stumble. Rachael followed behind, her footsteps hesitant, her presence the only source of comfort in a sea of hostility.
I could feel the stares of the pack members lining the halls. Their whispers crawled over my skin, each word cutting deeper than the last.
"Disgusting."
"She’s ruined."
"Pathetic excuse for a she-wolf."
I clenched my jaw, keeping my head down as the soldiers pulled me forward. I was used to their disdain, used to the way they looked at me like I was nothing. But this time, it was different. This time, their hatred burned hotter.
Because now, they knew.
The double doors to the main hall loomed
