Elena POV
The past few days at school had been a living nightmare. The hostility from my classmates had only gotten worse. The stares, whispers, and taunts all blended into a constant stream of torment that followed me everywhere I went.
“Elena, you stink of rogue scent,” someone sneered as I walked by.
Others would “accidentally” bump into me, knocking my books to the floor. Some would leave nasty notes in my locker or draw obscene images on my desk. The neglect was perhaps the hardest to bear, though. To be ignored by those who once called me a friend, to be treated as if I didn’t exist, hurt more than any insult or prank.
I felt incredibly isolated. Without the ability to transform into a wolf, I wasn’t recognized as a real member of the pack. This left me powerless to defend myself
