Petra Marvel Novels & Stories

"I know of three active wolf-witches on this continent. I ran the signature against their known work patterns." She turned the screen to show me the names. I read the first one. Someone I didn't know, eastern territory. I read the second name. My stomach turned over. Petra. It was written out in full, Petra Vas, healer and practitioner, registered affiliation Silvercrest Pack post-battle integration. I didn't move. I made sure I didn't move.

I trekked to school with Amari and the other girls, while the boys went on their own - it was absurd that there was division even amongst us. If the Omega boys had good blood, they'd be even worse bullies than the more senior ones. They were weak jerks. Petra, an omega girl two months older than me with the most beautiful platinum hair I have ever seen, looked like she was about to shit in her pants, throw up, or do both at the same time. Gazing straight ahead, she inhaled and exhaled. Like the rest of us, she appeared overly timid, fragile, and vulnerable. "Petra, are you okay?" I asked, trying to comfort her despite knowing I needed to worry about myself. Her voice cut through the morning