Vera’s POV
Something had changed.
At first, it was little things. Warriors who used to smile at me now gave stiff nods. Conversations that used to stop when I walked into the room didn’t start again when I left.
They whispered behind my back. I felt it.
I tried to ignore it—told myself it was in my head. That I was still adjusting. That maybe it was just nerves after the party. But the stares lingered longer. The warmth in the pack’s energy was cooling fast.
One morning, I brought food down to the training field. A gesture I’d done before. Usually, the warriors were grateful—some even joked with me.
But this time, no one said a word.
They took the trays without looking me in the eye.
I stood there for a few seconds, my hands empty, my chest heavy.
I turned and walked away.
Later
