KIERA
Every passing day, people whispered around me and hushed behind my back, all the while painting me as the damsel in distress—the victim of the big bad alpha. Obviously, the betas, gammas and omegas did not dare to offer any sympathy, but their pitying glances said more than that.
All my life, the pack members had regarded me with high respect and admiration, being the daughter of alpha and all that, and now I was someone they only pitied. I had avoided the pack events and gatherings, mostly restricted to my room and my sister’s, and that gave the people all the more reasons to gossip about me.
My eyes landed on the calendar as I noted. It had been a month since Cillian had set me free—only body and not the soul. Cynthia, my wolf, was too heartbroken to respond and stop communica
