Bly gives you an almost too-casual glance as you settle in next to her. "Go ahead and ask," she says.
"Ask? Ask what?"
"Ask me why I'm here. You won't be the first one to do it. I mean, I realize that I'm a pariah, but I'm not banished or anything. You'd think I was one of those lone wolves out in the Snarl the way some of the pack looks at me. I just wanted to come here and let myself relax, maybe get into the story, but now all I can think about is how much some of them dislike me. Maybe one day they'll change their tune. When we free them from the yoke of those humans they're all so keen to submit to."
You think for a moment before responding. The curtain is about to go up.
"I think you're right. One day they'll see you for who you are—loyal and true to werewolf-kind."
"You may be overthinking it. Most of them probably asked because they haven't seen you in so long. They may be curious, but it doesn't mean they hate you."
I joke with a smile. "Nah, you're too well dressed to be a feral wolf out in the Snarl. I'm sure no one thinks that about you."
"Maybe you shouldn't have given up all your duties to the pack if you're worried about what others think about you."
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