Elsa
After breakfast, I decided to go on a run, needing to escape the suffocating confines of the Packhouse. I ventured into the forest and shifted into Claire, my wolf form.
My fur was pure white, a rare and striking colour that had always been a source of pride for me.
Back in my old pack, members would often compliment the beauty of my wolf, and I loved the attention. But here, in this new place, I knew there would be no one to admire me. It was clear that Alpha Adam had instructed everyone to avoid me.
As I ran through the woods, I noticed how the other pack members kept their distance, their eyes averted as if I didn’t exist.
My twentieth birthday was approaching, but the thought of celebrating it felt hollow. My life, as I had known it, was already over. What was the point in
