Nine.

(Celina’s POV)

I sighed as I took a seat, grateful that the day was over. Today felt longer, and I felt more exhausted than usual.

“Celina,” Andrew called out my name as he approached me, and before he could even take a seat, Austin and Paige walked in, arguing about something.

“Okay, okay, then let’s ask Celina, and we can solve this once and for all.” Paige spoke over Austin, but they stopped when they reached the table where Andrew and I were seated.

“What’s wrong?” Austin asked.

Andrew shrugged.

I was fighting the urge to cry.

“He doesn’t care about me.” I blurted out, my voice breaking but still holding back my tears.

Paige took a seat beside me as she pulled me in for a hug, but I backed away as I chuckled, trying to make it seem like I wasn’t bothered.

“Landon came here?” She asked.

“He did,” I replied, “but he didn’t even acknowledge me.” I snickered.

Andrew looked at us, perplexed. He didn’t understand what was going on.

“Landon is the alpha of the werewolf that took over our