Kira's POV
What would my grandparents and parents think if they knew their descendants couldn't even step through the doors of our pack's memorial grounds?
The weight of that failure crushed me, my wolf Mira whimpering with grief and shame.
"Get lost already!" Blair and the other privileged wolves goaded me, their scents carrying cruel satisfaction.
Wendy looked at me with pure disdain, her wolf radiating smug superiority. She was clearly determined to demonstrate the vast gap between our statuses and make me suffer public humiliation.
"Hurry and remove her from these grounds," Wendy commanded the guardians. "Great-grandfather is inside the memorial hall today. If you disturb him with this disturbance, you'll face severe consequences!"
The next second, several wolves rushed toward me
