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Chapter 1 -IRIS- "Can you make sure the kids don't get worried? Especially Sabrina. You know how anxious she gets when things change." "I got this," Annika says, all calm and sunshine-like, as always. She’s barely twenty, still in training, but honestly? She's the assistant teacher and could run the whole classroom on her own. The kids adore her. I adore her. She’s one of the few people in this pack who doesn’t look at me like I’m a misplaced shoe. "You're the best, hon." I reached for my bag— —and a sharp, twisting pain punches through my stomach so hard my knees almost buckle. Annika’s eyes widened. "Iris, you sure you don’t want to go to the pack hospital? Tessa is amazing. She diagnosed Pete’s ulcer just by looking at his toenails." "I’m fine," I lied, forcing a smile. "Just a bug. Same thing I had last Wednesday." Except it wasn't. It hasn’t been the same for weeks. The pain keeps getting worse, creeping into my days like a shadow I can’t shake. Today, it nearly made me throw up into a box of crayons. "If you need me, mind-link me," she says softly. I nod and head out. Annika’s kindness warms me for a second, but it fades fast. Most of the Redclaw Pack barely tolerates me. I get it. I’m tiny, pale, white-haired, and an omega—basically the opposite of what a werewolf is supposed to look like. But you do have a wolf, Chiara murmured in my head. I ignore her. Talking hurts. After collecting my things, I leave the pack school and head straight for my small place. My cottage sat at the edge of the pack grounds, small and colorful and mine. Mark hated it—called it cramped, outdated, "not fitting for the Beta’s mate." He’d been pushing me to move into the packhouse with him since I arrived six months ago. I told him I’d move after the marking ceremony. He accepted that. Barely. I’d always dreaded the idea of moving into the packhouse. That gigantic, ostentatious mansion with its white columns and overly sophisticated
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