FAYE
I woke to the soft quiet of my room, the faint warmth beside me long gone. My hand instinctively reached across the bed, brushing against nothing but cool sheets.
Alexander must have already gone to his office. For a moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to decide if I wanted to face the day at all.
The thought of stepping outside my room felt like walking straight into a nightmare. I could already picture it...the stares, the whispers, the sideways glances that weren’t subtle at all. Everyone in the pack had already branded me: traitor, enemy. It didn’t matter that I hadn’t been given the chance to speak, that I was innocent. In their eyes, guilt had already been written across my skin.
A knot formed in my chest. How was I supposed to survive this? To walk amon
