Grace
The days since Charles returned to the Palace were a blur of activity and challenges. The pack was abuzz with preparations for the festivities, but there was an undercurrent of tension and unease that I couldn’t ignore. The news of the break-in, combined with the ongoing financial struggles of the pack, had ignited a storm of resistance and skepticism among some of our members.
The journalist who had interviewed me hadn’t painted me as an i***t, but she didn’t have to. Everyone else did. As I navigated through the city on public transit, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of their doubts pressing down on me. I wished I hadn’t been so dumb to let Devin talk me out of learning how to drive when Cecil was born.
Whispers followed me wherever I went, the hushed conversations leaving
