Mag-log inAriFive days. That was all I had to learn how to beat the man who'd put Nell in the infirmary.Ezra stood across our dormitory with his towel beside him. I pulled my bloodstained sleeve away from my wrist and waited for his answer.“Why would I do that?”“Because I'm asking.” His expression didn't
AriI took the path behind camp with Nell's empty room still stuck in my head. My jacket snagged on a branch, and I pulled it free without stopping.The lights thinned behind me. Ahead, on the wooded slope, something struck wood hard enough to shake leaves loose.Then I heard Nell swear.I ran towar
Arianne“You've got a lot to say for someone a wolfless girl kicked onto his ass.”Brant's eyes shifted from Nell to me. Beside her, I stood in my brown jacket with a grey crescent on my chest, and let him take a good look at both.“Or did you forget that part?” I asked.His mouth tightened. Nell lo
ArianneMy hand still hurt where Brant had squeezed it. I kept it at my side as he pushed himself off the infirmary floor, waiting for him to tell Elias some version in which I'd attacked a helpless patient.He said nothing.He stepped over the loose bandage and left without explaining himself. Elia
ArianneBy the time I reached the infirmary, I wanted someone to give me a job that didn't involve running for my life. My brown jacket hung crooked over my training shirt, and the torn hem caught on my thumb when I straightened it.The man behind the worktable glanced up at my knock. He wore a pale
ArianneThe door flew open under a boot, and the boy in front stopped so fast his friend crashed into him.“Locke.” His hand dropped from the door. “Didn't know you were in here.”My knees pressed against my chest inside the iron locker. I'd barely scrambled into it before the kick, dragging my torn







