Lailani's pov
The forest was my sanctuary. A place where I could forget the judgmental stares, the
whispers, and the endless insecurities that gnawed at me since the day I joined Aziel’s
pack.
I was never meant to fit in, not completely. My wolf wasn’t like the others. She was
smaller, lighter, with fur that shimmered unnaturally in the moonlight. And then, of
course, there was the matter of my hair—two-toned, a mix of lavender and icy silver,
something that stood out more than I ever wanted it to.
I let out a sigh, feeling the cool earth beneath my paws as I ran through the dense trees.
The wind in my fur calmed me, at least for now. But the momentary peace shattered
when I heard a low chuckle behind me.
It wasn’t the laugh of a friend. It was cruel, mocking.
I slowed down, my
