***[POV: Socially-Bottomed Whitecrest]***
Waiting near the stairwell where I could observe without being conspicuous is humiliating. Staying far enough to escape notice. Close enough to be a part of it.
This whole month has been the most demeaning of my whole life.
Two weeks of schoolyard level invisibility and snubs after what Kyrie did to me had turned into two weeks of being a punching bag once she was no longer around. The person that made me an outcast was the only one protecting me.
I had to realize that after the third time of being shoved down in the hallway. I've had to learn the value of positioning myself in shadows instead of the strategy of approaching any social situation boldly.
So now, with our pack clustered in small to large cliques I used to dance between as I wanted, the lobby area of Lunarizon tower was as nervous as I was. Everyone knew the Alpha was returning soon.
Everyone had heard something about what she was bringing back. Who. Why.
