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After spatting those words out, I turned my back to Alaric and walked out of the crowd. The werewolves on the way moved to the side, as if I'm someone they shouldn't touch. The crow of werewolves made space for me to walk, and I'm wondering what Alaric is thinking now that his pack members are giving me the same treatment as him — at least in this way.
I can feel their stares at me as I walk, but unlike yesterday, those stares weren't full of judgement — it's awe, surprise, and... fear. This is the first time someone looked at me with fear, to the point that when I turned my head to them, they looked away or hid.
That's right. Be afraid of what I can see.
I left that area and walked back to the cell. I'm sure my family are worried now that I was missing for a day. Like their
