Sindy
The hall still throbbed with the echoes of their voices when the truth of his words sank into me.
She will run. She will fight. She will prove herself.
He had said it like prophecy, like a law written in the marrow of every wolf in this lodge. And worse—the pack had cheered.
Their voices rang in my ears even after the noise died, stamping feet, howls tearing through the rafters until the wood itself seemed to tremble.
All for him.
And now—for me.
I had never felt smaller.
It wasn’t just the way they looked at me. I’d endured stares before. At the Bureau, I had been dissected by eyes colder than knives, measured, weighed, and always found lacking. But this was different.
Now, their eyes weren’t indifferent.
They burned.
Expectation. Hunger. Doubt.
Some of the wolves stared
