Ariana’s POV
The change did not arrive with fanfare or confrontation. There were no raised voices, no dramatic announcements, no moment where everyone suddenly turned to look at me with awe. Silvercrest did not work that way. This pack did not shift its opinions quickly or kindly.
Instead, the change crept in quietly, slipping into the spaces where certainty once lived.
It began on a weekday morning, ordinary enough that no one would remember the date later. The sky hung low with heavy clouds, pressing down on the pack like a held breath, and the air carried the promise of rain. School resumed its usual rhythm after the break, bells ringing sharply, students filing into classrooms with familiar impatience.
I walked the same halls I always had, my bag resting against my shoulder, my ste
