Brielle's POV
For the first time in years, I was starting to feel something dangerously close to belonging.
It wasn’t perfect. There were still whispers when I walked past certain wolves, still lingering stares that reminded me I wasn’t truly one of them. But the difference now? There were also people who didn’t look at me like I was broken.
Jade had dragged me: kicking and figuratively screaming, into something that resembled friendship.
And Simon? Well, he wasn’t exactly warm, but his quiet nods of approval and occasional gruff remarks during training were something.
It felt… good.
And that scared me more than I wanted to admit.
Avoiding Jake, however, had been deliberate.
I was tired of it.
The push and pull. The constant tension. The endless bickering that left me feeling lik
