A few people nearby laughed. Not cruelly, not intentionally—but enough. Enough for the moment to settle into something uncomfortable.
“The Iron Wolves don’t recruit people like you,” the first one added, his tone sharpening slightly, like he was trying to prove something not just to her, but to himself. “No offense.”
Mara nodded once, as if acknowledging a fact rather than an insult. “None taken.”
She went back to eating.
That, more than anything, unsettled them. There was no argument, no defensiveness, no attempt to justify or explain. Just silence. And silence, in a place built on hierarchy and validation, has a way of making people uneasy.
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