Marked by fate
I jot down notes, but I feel so sluggish, like I’m underwater and the rest of the world is above.
All my senses feel dull, and my processing delayed. I sense the shift in the class before I register any conversation. Instead of lecturing, Harper has opened a discussion. I sit up and try to zone back in.
Davidson, two rows behind me and to my left, is leaning forwards, speaking emphatically.
“But an Alpha’s duty is to the pack first and foremost. It’s our job to put them first. That would never happen,” he says, sounding outraged by whatever Harper just suggested.
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