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"Adrian, stop the car." Angeline blurted it out from the backseat, loud enough that Adrian braked before he'd decided to, and the three of us turned to find her squirming and pinching at her nails. For a girl who had never raised her voice in her life, it was practically a fire alarm."I think you should get out here, Melica. Instead of at the main gate." She couldn't look me in the eye."What do you mean?" I checked the map on my phone anyway, as if it might have changed. We were still fifty meters from the gate, with a long curve and the service lane in between. "That's a walk.""Remember when people bullied me because of you?"Because of me. Not because Arabella and her friends were natural pricks. Just me, the stray the Arvaunts took in, and the reason Angeline's life got hard."I just don't want that to happen again." She finally looked up. "You understand, don't you?"To be fair, it had been bad. They'd dumped her satchel into the koi pond and made her kneel on the stones to fis

I should have opened the stall door. It was the first thing I thought, but I let it pass. I was alone in here, and there were three of them. Arabella's laugh kept bouncing off the tile, and I stayed in the last stall, hoping they'd go away soon.Arabella always had it in for Melica. Her parents wanted her to come out on top, but Melica was better at everything that didn't need a wolf. Grades, strategy, tactics, every written exam, and she did it all without an Alpha's blood. Arabella's parents were furious that she lost to someone like Melica. After they left, I came forward to comfort her, and I still regret it. Now I was collateral damage in her hatred of Melica."She'll think we're being nice.""It's her birthday. Of course she will.""The candle's already in the cake.""Is it the violet one?""Obviously the violet one. Two breaths of that smoke and she'll be hot and stupid. By the second verse, she'll be taking her clothes off in front of the whole hall.""Somebody should film it.

Her dress had torn at the seams when she changed. I took off my jacket and wrapped it around her with one arm while the other held her weight. Nobody was going to get her face. None of them was going to get a second of her.A boy near the door lifted his phone. I glared at him until he put it down.The silver thread was still there, tugging in my chest toward the girl in my arms. At the same moment, the mark on my wrist burned Angeline's name. Both hurt. I could not tell which one hurt more, and that told me something I did not want to know.She is burning from the inside, Steven, Steion said. That is not the candle.I know.Then walk faster.The little silver moon I had given her had slid out of the jacket and lay warm against my sleeve. Somebody behind me whispered bedtime story, like it was the answer to something. She was more than just an empty myth. She was someone I knew personally. Someone who had long carved her way into my heart and let it stay there.I carried her out.When

The corridor outside Lecture Hall B was too quiet. Two hundred students used it every hour, and not one of them dared to breathe near me.I stopped at the notice board and watched it happen. Heads turned away as I passed. Eyes dropped to phones or shoes. A third-year girl stepped aside before I came near her. I had been avoided before. I had also been flattered, tested, and waited on. These reactions usually came from being a future Alpha of a powerful pack.This time, it was not about me. It was about Melica. Three Alphas and a healer had stood around one infirmary bed, and the school had decided that the safest thing to do was to save its reputation.Locker 114 belonged to Stormborn. I had never needed to check the number. Someone had taped a note to the door. Hope you're okay. Under it, a second note. Under that, a wolf badly drawn in ballpoint.Highvern's seat in Hall B was empty. Montbeau's was not. He was loitering at the locker area. I did not know how long he had been there be