Elena walked through the packhouse halls, feeling the eyes on her back as she moved. The weight of their gazes felt very uncomfortable.
They didn’t stare openly. But she could hear their whispers, the stiff nods, and the way some wolves quickly turned away when she entered a room. Their movements were quick and nervous, as if they were afraid to be seen looking at her.
She was the Luna now. The leader among them, with new responsibilities.
But many still didn’t see her that way, despite what her title said.
They saw her as the human girl. The outsider. The one with the white wolf that was so different from theirs.
Some feared her. Others hated her quietly, keeping their thoughts hidden.
Kieran told her to ignore it, to let it go. Luka tried to help her blend in, suggesting ways
