*Kiara's POV*
I was beginning to forget.
I wasn't just some kind of person like the others. I was the hybrid with a failed engagement to my name now too. These people had an awful way of reminding you of your place.
And I got the message clearly: I did not belong here.
I had accepted it before, but being shoved back into their mist renewed the experience all over again. It was like fresh blood from the old wound.
"Didn't she marry the Valerian Prince?"
"I heard he got bored of her."
"What is she even doing here? At least have some dignity."
My fellow werewolf peers casually sneered at me as if I were somehow deaf. I was also beginning to think they wanted me to hear them. Their disdain was evident in their glares and whispers...loud whispers, and they didn't bother to mask their hate and disgust.
I wasn't in such a high mood; their words couldn't break me down anymore than I already was anyway.
