Isolde
Isolde stepped out of Kael’s room, pulling her clothes tighter and shivering. She realized she'd taken to calling Kael, Kael instead of Alpha Kael in her head.
Her stomach grumbled loudly then like it was protesting the thought. It had been too long since she'd eaten.
As she walked, she noticed something strange. People acted like she existed. A woman carrying a basket of herbs met her eyes and smiled. A man dressed in the red flowing robes of SilverFang healers gave her a nod. Another muttered a soft, “Good morning.”
She stared after them, confused. No one had ever greeted her before.
She walked faster, trying to pretend none of it bothered her. She didn't know what had changed, and she wasn't sure she liked it.
She preferred walking through the halls, her head down, attra
