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“I brought you here so you will remember your place. The place you came from. The place you belong.” Noura's words struck a chord in my head. Her voice was loud, and sharp.

“You don't belong in the Grim-Fang Pack. You were just privileged so don't waste those privileges."

The ride back to the Pack was unbelievably quiet. The darkness roamed over the earth with little to no stars to guard the carriage. The half-crescent moon glowed weakly. And Noura sat at the far end, her eyes ...