Jessica Lewis
The whispers never stopped.
Everywhere I turned, I felt them. Felt the weight of their stares pressing into my back, their hushed voices curling around me like invisible chains.
She brought this upon us.
She’s the reason for the deaths.
She’s cursed.
At first, I tried to ignore it. I kept my head high, pretending their words didn’t sting, pretending their eyes weren’t filled with suspicion and resentment. But each step I took through the pack’s territory felt heavier than the last, the space around me suffocating as the whispers grew louder, crawling beneath my skin like a disease.
I didn’t know how the rumor had spread so fast, but I knew one thing—someone wanted me to break.
And I was breaking.
The final c***k came when I entered the training grounds, hoping to fi
