“Ari!” he shouts, starting after me, his steps frustrated, a little angry. But I press my eyes shut, and beg the dream to end, and my wolf – understanding now, I think –lets me go. And suddenly my eyes fly open. I’m in my bed, my heart pounding, my breath coming fast. I stare at the ceiling, p

Spirits are high in the dining hall that evening – at least, amongst the 80% of candidates who are relatively sure that they’re going to be admitted as candidates. Ben does his best, keeping his head high and laughing along with Jesse’s jokes as we move along the food line, filing our tray with a se

I start to move away but he takes a step forward. “God damn it,” he growls, angry but putting a hand out towards me, almost pleading – “would you just stay still? I’m trying to - to apologize…” My eyes go even wider if that’s possible – god, they must be like saucers now – “You’re what?” I breat

“Can we just…slow down, Jesse?” I say, looking up at my cousin, whose face falls when he realizes his mistake. “I mean –“ “No, I totally get it,” he says, reaching out a hand for my shoulder again, “I’m so sorry, Ari – that was very uncool of me, you just met the guy –“ “And he doesn’t even know

Jackson starts towards it, but Rafe throws out a hand. “No way,” he says, shaking his head. “You can –“ “Rafe,” Jesse interrupts, staring at my brother, his expression shocked and a little appalled, “Aunt Ella raised you better than this.” Rafe’s eyes go wide with surprise and shame, but Jesse i