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--Alyssa--

The noise outside my bedroom window grew louder, a cacophony of voices that carried a heavy undertone of frustration and anger. I cautiously approached the window, peering through the ornate curtains to catch a glimpse of the commotion. My heart sank as I saw a sea of pack members gathered below, their faces etched with concern and agitation. The sight of them was overwhelming, and their voices carried a mixture of urgency and frustration that sent shivers down my spine.

“We need answers!” came the shouted demand from the crowd. The tone was sharp and insistent, and I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead. I could see the tension in their movements, the way they jostled each other in their eagerness to get answers.

“What’s going on?” I muttered to myself, trying to make sense of the chaos unfolding before me. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass, trying to catch any hint of what was driving the uproar.

The murmurs from the crowd grew more distinct. “Is she a Wh