Stephanie's POV

I never believed the saying that change was the most constant thing in life until I witnessed it firsthand.

If someone had told me a month ago that I would walk freely through this pack without getting stares or hushed whispers behind my back, I would have probably cursed at them because the pack members made my life a living hell.

But things were beginning to change, slowly.

The glances I received now were no longer full of disdain or suspicion, rather they were respectful, even warm.

It was a strange feeling. One I hadn’t yet grown used to.

Still, the mark on my neck hadn’t faded. If...