Lily’s mind was in turmoil as she walked through the front door of the mansion, the heavy weight of the day’s events still clinging to her like a dark cloud.
The rumor mill was buzzing with talk of the witch’s spellbook, and though she had tried her best to ignore it, she could feel the eyes of the pack on her—judging, whispering.
The whole day had been a blur, filled with hushed conversations behind her back and sidelong glances that seemed to follow her everywhere she went.
She was tired of it.
Her instincts told her to find Lucas and Liam. She needed to talk to them, to figure out what to do next.
There was so much weighing on her heart, and she knew that only they would understand the pressure she was under.
The last thing she needed was more people turning against her.
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