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She wasn't supposed to be here. Too young, too soft-spoken, a survivor clinging to the edges of a world that barely acknowledged her. The WLF didn't welcome strays, they watched them, tested them, and waited for them to break. And maybe she would've, if not for the way her eyes kept drifting to the one woman everyone seemed to fear.
Abby was strength wrapped in silence. Untouchable. Loyal to the core. And when she looked at you, it felt like standing in a storm you couldn't escape.
In a place built on orders and obedience, silence became safety. But in the quiet, something else grew, something sharp and aching, fragile and wrong. And no matter how hard she tried to bury it, the feeling never left.