Chapter Three: Leaving the Pack
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The morning sun rose, casting golden rays across the forest, but I felt no warmth. My body was numb, my heart still aching from Damien’s words.
I returned to the packhouse only long enough to gather my things. No one stopped me. No one dared. News of the rejection had spread like wildfire — every whisper, every stare was another knife in my back.
At the edge of the pack’s territory, I paused. This had been my home all my life. I had laughed here, cried here, dreamed here. And now, I was leaving with nothing but a small bag and the faint spark of power burning in my veins.
“Are you sure about this?” Selene’s voice asked gently in my mind.
“Yes,” I whispered. “If I stay, I’ll die a little more each day. I need to find out who I am… and what this power means.”
A soft rustle made me turn. My best friend, Lila, stood behind me, her eyes filled with worry.
“Aria,” she said, her voice breaking. “You don’t have to go alone. Stay, please. We’ll find a way to—”
I shook my head firmly, though tears blurred my vision. “Lila, you saw what happened. I can’t stay here. Not when everyone sees me as the weak girl who wasn’t good enough. I need to leave before they drag me down even further.”
She bit her lip, then pulled me into a fierce hug. “Then promise me one thing — don’t let this break you. You’re stronger than you think.”
I clutched her tightly, holding back sobs. “I’ll try.”
With one last glance at the place I once called home, I turned away and stepped into the unknown. Each step was heavy, but my resolve hardened.
Far behind me, hidden in the shadows of the trees, I felt a pair of eyes watching. I didn’t need to see him to know who it was. Damien.
For the first time since the rejection, I didn’t feel pain at the thought of him. I felt fire.
He had thrown me away. Now, I would rise without him.
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