Lyra
I stood in front of the mirror, carefully adjusting my outfit for the second day of ceremonies.
My reflection stared back at me—poised, flawless, and undeniably beautiful. Yet, beneath the surface, I could feel the storm raging inside me, a mix of frustration, envy, and raw determination.
Daniel sat by the window, his eyes glued to his phone, scrolling aimlessly as if I didn’t exist. He had barely spoken to me since we arrived at this pack. His silence was deafening, and the reason behind it was clear—it was because of Ariel.
Even I had been taken aback when I saw her. The Ariel I knew, the timid, self-conscious girl from the Stormclaw pack, had transformed into someone entirely different.
She was no longer the shy, overweight girl who always stayed in the background. No, Ariel had become ……
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