FREYA'S POVSchool let out, and I walked out through the gates with my bag over one shoulder.Ivy waved from a cluster of girls not far off. I didn't want to bother, but she jogged over anyway. "Freya, are you waiting for a ride home too?""Doesn't Freya usually just walk?""Yeah, why would someone be picking her up today? On a scooter, maybe. Or a bike."The laughter that followed was exactly as grating as I remembered.At Lincoln Prep, everyone got sorted the moment they walked in, which pack, which bloodline, how much land your family controlled.In my last life, once the weight piled on, I'd walked to and from school every single day out of shame, and it never once helped. Instead, people decided my family must be poor. The story going around was that I was some distant, low-ranked cousin of the Redwoods, only allowed into the academy because Kade's family had pulled strings.Not one of them ever learned, before graduation, that I was the actual heir to the Everhart pack."Don't t
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