Alisons POV
The whispers had become a chorus in my head, even though I couldnt hear the exact words most of the times. Every step I took outside my room felt like walking into a raging storm, invisible but overwhelming. Id spent hours caged in my own misery, avoiding the pack, avoiding Xander like. He had requested, he didn't make any attempt to find me. But today, I couldnt take it anymore. The walls of my room had started closing in, suffocating me with memories of that horrible night.
I threw on a pair of jeans and a hooded sweater, something casual and nothing special, just enough to pass by unnoticed. Or so I hoped. As I stepped out into the hallway, the air shifted. The faint buzz of conversation among the staff immediately quieted, replaced by awkward greetings and sidelong glance
