**Eirian's Pov**"Look at her, she can barely stay on her feet. How can someone be so fat and ugly?”I could tell Daven, the pack's troublemaker, was the one speaking without lifting my head. Eighteen years old and already broad-shouldered, with his father's cruelty running in his veins. He'd been tormenting me since we were children. It started with insults, then sticks, and now stones, that left bruises no one cared to see.I planted my palms flat on the ground and pushed myself up, careful not to drop my basket. Another huge stone struck my shoulder before I made it to my feet. The pain shot down my arm, and my basket slipped from my grasp, spilling the dried herbs I had spent all morning collecting. Lavender and moon root scattered across the pack’s square cobblestones.I bit the bottom of my lips hard enough to taste blood, trying my best to fight back tears.“The cursed omega is out again," Daven announced loudly, drawing more eyes to me. "Collecting weeds. How useful.”"She's
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