Ronan escorted me into the dining hall as Darren walked ahead of us. I predicted what was coming, preparing myself for the sting against my pride as my pack turned, standing for Darren. The moment I entered, they gave me their backs before sliding into their chairs. This was their response to the fact that they didn't believe Darren had punished me enough.
My attention slid over the pack, knowing that without me informing them of what I'd endured, they wouldn't see it from my side. Showing them my side though, terrified me. What if they thought less of me, knowing I'd been too weak to defend myself against my sick father? Would their pity stares shred me deeper than their sense of betrayal? I hated the idea of them ever looking at me as less than I was. I wanted them to see me as someone
