Aisha learned quickly that the pack house had two faces.
One was quiet, orderly, almost respectful.
The other smiled.
She saw it in the common hall that evening, when the pack gathered for a routine briefing.
Wolves lined the edges of the room, voices low, bodies relaxed but alert.
The tension from the elders’ warnings still sat heavy in Aisha’s chest, making her feel smaller than usual.
Amara entered like she belonged there.
Confident. Poised. Perfect.
Her eyes found Aisha instantly—and she smiled.
“Everyone,” Amara said brightly, stepping closer, her voice carrying just enough to be heard. “I just want to say how brave Aisha is for staying.”
Heads turned.
Aisha stiffened.
“It takes courage,” Amara continued, looping her arm lightly through Aisha’s as if they were still frie
