AMANDA'S POV
The Council chamber fiasco hadn't spread far—most of the Pack had no idea how close I'd come to the dungeons. But Alpha Reed had kept his word. Our supplies improved. Better food, warmer blankets, a few small comforts that made the Omega tenement feel slightly less like a punishment.
It helped. A little.
But the stares didn't stop. The whispers didn't fade. We were still traitors. Still marked. Still expected to keep our heads down and our mouths shut.
So that's what I did. I went to class. I took my notes. I avoided eye contact. I kept moving.
Until that afternoon.
I'd been heading home—straight home, like always—when the commotion from the field stopped me cold.
Shouts. Grunts. The unmistakable sound of fists hitting flesh.
A crowd had gathered at t
