Days blurred into weeks, and weeks into months. Somehow, two months had slipped past since my birthday. Life had fallen back into a semblance of normalcy-or at least, the version of normal that came with side glances and hushed whispers following me wherever I went. The stares prickled at my skin like a thousand tiny needles, but I'd learned to plaster on a mask of indifference and keep moving. It still hurt, of course, but what choice did I have? My life wouldn't stop just because people had decided to view me as an anomaly.
The pack itself seemed stable, functioning as smoothly as it could despite the lingering tension I always felt in the air. Everything appeared fine on the surface, at least. But beneath that veneer of order, there was a shadow creeping closer-rogues.
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