The walk back home felt like navigating a storm, each step pulling me deeper into a sea of judgment. The whispers were relentless, carried through the mindlink like wildfire. Every glance I caught-too quick to be polite, too slow to be subtle-seemed to pierce through me, peeling back layers of my already fragile confidence.
I kept my head down, pretending not to notice the murmurs that reached my ears.
"Did you hear about Vanessa? Lillian really did a number on her," a voice whispered from somewhere to my left.
I clenched my fists.
"A human in werewolf training? She was asking for it," another voice sneered, low but sharp enough to slice through my composure.
My teeth gritted so hard my jaw ached. It wasn't the words themselves that hurt-they were nothing I hadn't thought about myself
