Attempt to replace

Emma

Saturdays were temple days. I haven't mentioned it often because it wasn't something I was used to until I arrived here. Back in my formal pack, it was not mandatory to go the temple, it was moreo of a choice. Naturally, people went there as a result of the numerous problems we were born into or encountered in our lives which we had no choice but to try to pray ourselves out of.

However, here it was a serious affair.

This morning, grudgingly I woke up and went to do my morning routine, wore my white dress and tied a black shawl around my neck, and left the room. My head was bowed, more in shame as I have been a subject of gossip since the scandal between me and Scott the other day. Wherever I went to, everyone stared. I was sure the news had been dispersed around as even in the village, once the pack members saw me, they began gossiping. Some tried to be sympathetic, whether to get close to me and hear the juicy part of the story or they were being genuine, I didn't know, but I a