The Scars We Keep

Elira

I stand by the window in the room they gave me, staring out at the Ironfang Pack’s courtyard. The torches below flicker, shadows dancing across the stone like restless ghosts of the past.

I can still feel the weight of their collective stares—the shock, the deep fear, and maybe even… the hidden regret.

Two years ago, I would have been desperately begging for a bed to sleep in, scrubbing the pack house floors until my hands bled raw, my mark a brand of shame they ...