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Principal Vale's office smelled like cold coffee and broken dreams.I sat in the hard plastic chair facing his desk, surrounded by five school board members who looked at me like I was something they'd scraped off their shoes. My hands were held tight in my lap, nails digging into my palms hard enough to draw blood.Behind me, I felt the triplets' presence even though I couldn't see them. They'd been called as witnesses. "Miss Moon." Board President Sinclair folded her hands on the conference table, her expression cold. "The evidence against you is huge. Video footage, timestamped photographs, witness testimony confirming you met with Mr. Stone privately after hours.""To prevent a duel on school grounds," I said for the hundredth time. My voice was hoarse from repeating myself. "That's all it was. Someone edited the footage to make it look..""The footage speaks for itself." Sinclair's tone was even colder now. "You abused your position as Student Union President to facilitate a pri

Thalia's POV It was Thursday night. The Student Union office was empty except for me and the lights humming above me.I stared at my phone, Lucas's contact info glowing on the screen. My thumb hovered over the call button.This is stupid. But if I didn't do something, tomorrow three wolves would fight a Lycan on school grounds. Blood would be spilled. Bones would break. And as Student Union President, I'd be blamed for not preventing it.Plus, and I hated admitting this even to myself, I didn't want to watch the triplets get hurt. Not for me. Not because of some twisted territorial claim they had over their favorite victim.I hit call.Lucas answered on the second ring. "Well, well. The half-breed has my number.""Meet me. Student Union office. Twenty minutes." I kept my voice steady."Why would I do that?""Because I have a proposition that benefits both of us." I answered, voice trembling slightly.He was quiet for awhile. "This should be entertaining." He said finally. "Twenty m

Thalia's POV Dorian's fists tightened so hard his knuckles cracked.The entire hallway waited for him to shift and tear me apart. For my blood to paint the lockers the way it had painted the bathroom floor a week ago.I didn't care.Let him try. Let him kill me right here in front of everyone. At least I'd die on my feet instead of on my knees begging."You think you're tough now?" Dorian's voice was low, dangerous. "Because daddy's dead and you've got nothing to lose?""I think," I said, stepping closer instead of backing away, "that I spent eighteen years being your punching bag. And I'm done."His eyes widened. I'd never stepped toward him before."I think," I continued, my voice rising, "that you're a pathetic little wolf who only feels powerful when you're beating on someone weaker." Gasps echoed down the corridor."I think you get off on it. Breaking bones. Making people beg." I was in his face now, close enough to smell his cologne. "But here's the thing, Dorian, I'm not afra

Thalia's POV My father's corpse was still warm.I crawled across the carpet, my broken ribs aching, and pressed my hand to his chest praying for movement. For anything that would prove this was just another nightmare.But there was nothing."Dad?" My voice cracked. "Dad, please. Wake up."But he didn't, his skin felt wrong. Too still, too soft. Like touching a mannequin wearing my father's face.Footsteps behind me. I spun around, hoping that someone could help, call an ambulance or do something.It was Mrs. Ashton from next door. And the blackwood brothers from down the street. And old Mr. Derek who always yelled at kids for running through his yard.They were all rogues. Outcasts who lived on the edges of pack territory, tolerated but never accepted."Poor girl," Mrs. Ashton whispered, but she didn't come closer. None of them did."What happened?" I gasped. "How did he...""Alpha Henry," one of the Blackwood brothers said quietly. "Territory dispute this morning. Your father was hu

Thalia's POV The bathroom stall exploded inward.Dorian's claws found my throat first, slamming me against the metal panel hard enough to dent it. My skull cracked against the edge. White-hot pain exploded behind my eyes."Happy birthday, hybrid," he growled, his wolf form massive in the confined space, brown fur bristling with anger. "We have a special present for you."I couldn't breathe. His claws pressed into my windpipe, cutting off air, cutting off everything except the raw animal panic flooding my veins.Damon's jaws clamped around my leg. His fangs punched through skin, grinding against bone. I screamed."There it is," Dracula laughed, his black wolf form blocking the only exit. The bathroom door was locked. "Music to my ears."Dorian released my throat and I collapsed, gasping, choking on my own spit and blood. The tile floor was freezing against my cheek. Above me, three fully-shifted wolves circled like sharks scenting blood.Four hours earlier, they'd cornered me by the