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would never admit it to them, but he was thankful. The looks he was getting made him feel like an outcast. The elders watched him with disapproval, and even some friends he had had for a long time seemed to turn their backs on him.
    It hurt, but Carter held his head high, even though he felt like a chicken on the inside.
    He wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.
    “You are not welcomed here,” one of his tribe members stepped forward and proclaimed. Carter glanced at the man’s hands, making sure he didn’t have a weapon it. Wood Elves could be downright unreasonable sometimes, and he wasn’t going to put it past them to fight dirty.
    “Oh, yeah? Who was the one that negotiated five hundred acres, hmm? Me, that’s who.” Carter was becoming pissed. They were the ones who tossed the crown of Sentinel on his head and made him go after Melonee. They practically shoved him out of the door, and now they wanted to turn their backs on him?

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    And now that he thought about it, the title was something they just tossed at him to make him go seek out Maverick. They were even bigger chickens then he was!
    A light went on over his head. They didn’t think he would succeed. They wanted him to fail. None of them really liked him.
    Why, he didn’t know. He had never done anything to offend any of them. What was happening to his race? The once peaceful Wood Elves were becoming self-served, and that wasn’t like them.
    They had thrown him to the lions—er, wolves—and couldn’t have cared less. The title of Sentinel was supposed to be given to one who has shown bravery, he was the last person who should have been given the privilege.
    The elder took a step toward Carter until Dagon growled. The frightened look on the elders face seemed to morph into anger very quickly. “Get your things and go.”
    All this because he mated outside of his race. Carter couldn’t believe how they were acting. True, he was never their favorite, but to shun him because Tryck wasn’t one of them? That was just downright unfair.
    Prejudice in any form disgusted Carter.
    “Watch your tongue.” Dagon stepped forward. “Or I’ll cut it out.” Carter quickly ran to his dwelling, holding back the sob as he grabbed his belongings. A sad feeling came over him at never seeing his fellow tribesman again. Why were they acting this way?
    Was it all because Tryck was a wolf and he was a fey? It shouldn’t matter.
    But apparently it did.
    Carter left the angry mob and walked into his dwelling. The sooner he grabbed some things, the quicker he could get out of here.
    What was he running back to? Who knew, but it was better than hanging around here.
    “Hey, what are you doing?” Teaky asked as he came into Carter’s bedroom. His best friend leaned against the wall studying him.

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    Carter wiped the tears on his sleeve, grabbing his things and shoving them into a bag. “I’m not welcome here anymore apparently.
    I’m packing my stuff.”
    Teaky stood straight, his voice laced with anger. “Who told you that?”
    Carter snarled, “Shanta.”
    “That prick? His head is stuck so far in the past that he could smell what the dinosaurs had for lunch. Don’t pay him any attention.” Carter shook his head. He understood what Teaky was saying, but he wasn’t on the receiving end of the hateful words. It hurt like hell and he just wanted to put as much distance between his body and this village. “I’m not going to force myself on anyone. If I’m not wanted here, then I’ll just go.”
    Teaky crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at Carter. “You’re just going to walk away from our friendship?” Carter’s hands stilled at the anger in Teaky’s voice. He’d never spoken to him like that before. Was it “pick on Carter” day? He took a step away from the bed, smiling at his longtime friend. “I’ll still visit you. All you have to do is call my name.” Carter looked down at his bracelet. “Well, maybe