Lisa and I share a look before following Amara further into the gym. I can feel the eyes of the other shifters tracking our every move. Unease has my heart beating in rapid rhythm, like a frantic chicken flapping its wings. All the excitement I'd felt at meeting new people is now buried beneath the worries dashing through my mind.
Do they hate me?
Is their disapproval because I'm a Blackwood wolf?
Do they know I can't shift?
Have there been complaints about me?
What have they been saying?
But, of course, I don't have the answers, so I follow behind with my mouth shut.
It will be fine, Selene assures me, but she's very unconcerned about the thoughts of humans or shifters. In fact, I'm not sure she cares about anyone other than me. She isn't even fond of our fated mate.
Selene snorts. Fated doesn't mean inevitable.
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