*Estelle*

I was either paranoid, or people were still talking about me. It had been two days since Gabe returned from his trip. Since then, every time I stepped outside, I felt like I was being watched. I caught people whispering or pointing at me. Sometimes, they just glared as I walked by.

I wracked my brain but couldn’t think of anything I’d done that might have offended anyone or upset the pack like this. I wanted to talk to Gabe about it, but I was afraid ...