Elena’s POV
I watched her again today.
From the second-floor window overlooking the garden, I saw Rachel walking alone. She moved slowly, like every step took effort. Her head was slightly down, and her shoulders looked heavy. She didn’t know I was watching. No one did.
I am Elena Wick, nineteen years old, the youngest daughter of the former Alpha. Everyone says I am too soft for this pack. My brothers especially love calling me a feminist whenever I speak up about anything unfair. But I can’t help it. I see things differently.
And right now, I see Rachel.
She has been here for weeks, and almost everyone treats her like garbage. The maids ignore her. The pack members whisper horrible things behind her back. Even my own family barely acknowledges her existence. But I watch her. I notic
