Amy's POV
The pack, school, everyone treated me like a ghost after that…
Not that I wasn't used to being isolated, but being isolated for a reason hit different this time.
They didn’t bully me—oh no, that would be too easy. Instead, they whispered when I passed, their voices low and pitiful, their eyes laced with confusion and curiosity.
That was worse.
Because when people hate you, at least you know where you stand.
But pity? That’s a whole different kind of story.
I hated it.
“Why would he choose her?”
“She looked so desperate in the video…”
“She was asking for it.”
I heard it all, every last word.
The whispers were like needles in my skin, slicing the air as I walked by, they didn’t even bother hiding it. The teachers pretended not to notice, but I could see the look in the
