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After breakfast, I returned to my room even though Irene had insisted I come with her to the eastern wing right away so she could show me around.
She had that bubbly enthusiasm that made it almost impossible to say no without sounding rude, but I needed space. And more importantly, I needed a bath and time to get properly dressed.
I wasn’t about to step in front of an entire pack looking like a last-minute addition to their hierarchy—which, let’s be honest, I kind of was. Still, being called a “replacement Luna” was already bad enough. I wasn’t going to give anyone the satisfaction of whispering that I also looked like a charity case.
Steam fogged the mirror by the time I stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around my body, water still dripping from my hair. I was halfway acr
