A week passed without much fanfare, if one didn't count the distasteful glares and snide comments that were thrown my way. While the rest of the pack didn't dare to do anything to me when Blaise and Damon were present, it didn't mean that they couldn't make their displeasure known in other, pettier ways.
From juvenile tactics such as misplacing my items and snatching my share of our rationed meals to brutal training sessions where they did their utmost best to beat me into submission, all their tactics merely made me roll my eyes.
I had endured way worse from Aubrey. Hell, even Damon had hurt me more during our first meeting! The fact that I didn't cower and cry, begging for forgiveness, made them even angrier.
However, before they could do something as outrageous as surrounding me in an alley and beating me to death, Blaise and Damon set their foot down.