CADE
Going to Elite wasn’t entirely my choice. I’ve always thought that labeling a werewolf based on the institution they went to instead of how they were as an entity was skewed.
Others automatically think higher of you because you’re from Elite, and at the same time, it granted others to treat those who didn’t attend it with hostility.
“I’m respected enough to not go to Elite,” I said to my mom, who appeared just as exasperated as my dad.
“I know,” my mom said, massaging the bridge of her nose. “But this is a grand opportunity, Cade. One that a true Alpha cannot pass on.”
In the end, my fate was already sealed.
So, with this sealed fate of mine, I decided to do something worthwhile instead—and that was to find out if Elite was truly as perfect as it seems.
On my first day, it was already apparent that it was not.
The bias. The special treatment. The point system. All of them denoted something that aimed to separate us further.
I knew being on top would give me the benefit of
