RowenaThat day passed by in a blur. Everywhere I went, it felt as though a thousand eyes were trained on me—judging, scrutinizing my every move for any hint of guilt or truth. I knew that no one could tell yet that those were my glasses taped to the bulletin board, but the weight of it all still felt like it might crush me.I kept my head down, avoiding conversation and eye contact wherever possible. Dr. Reynolds’ battered face had quickly become the center of attention, and
RowenaI woke with a start, my heart pounding as the remnants of a nightmare slipped through the cracks of my consciousness. For a few disoriented moments, I simply laid there—staring blankly at the muted sunlight filtering in through my curtains as my mind caught up with reality.It was only when I reached out blindly, my hand finding nothing but empty space and rumpled sheets beside me, that
RowenaThe crisp evening air hit me like a slap in the face as we burst out of the cafeteria—the chaos inside still ringing in my ears even as we put distance between us and the furious mob of angry students.My lungs burned, my heart thundered in my chest, but I couldn’t even feel it. Not after what had just happened.
RowenaI watched in horror as Eric began to fall.“Eric!” His name tore itself from my throat as a ragged scream, my fingers digging gouges into the side of the car. He couldn’t fall here, not like this. I wouldn’t let it happen.Despite Emma’s protests, I shot to my feet, prepared to lea
EricI woke up with a start, my entire body tensing as my eyes snapped open. For a disoriented moment, all I could process was the dim light filtering in through the curtains—and burning my eyes.Sitting upright, I winced as a sharp twinge of pain worked its way through my shoulder—the events of the previous night rushing back. Those damn feral warriors.
RowenaI hurried down the hallway at camp, keeping my head down in the wake of everything that had happened with Heather and Dr. Reynolds—but apparently, it seemed that I didn’t need to.One apologetic glance turned into another, followed by the occasional sympathetic murmur, and soon, I was realizing that my classmates actually…
RowenaEric’s wide blue eyes stared down at me for a moment, his broad frame practically blotting out the light streaming into the hallway through the large windows before I managed to collect my bearings.“How’s your arm?” I blurted out, taking a step back and adjusting my satchel on my shoulder.
Rowena Alpha's daughter? I can vividly imagine them: powerful, beautiful, flawless. And as for me? I'm the outlier in the family, the odd one out. My father was a serious and upstanding alpha who ran the New Moon Pack; a pack that was revered as one of the most powerful ever known. My mother was a gentle and graceful luna, a woman who was as elegant and beautiful as she was intelligent and wise. And my brother, Eric Griffith? Well, he was a natural leader—a strong lion of the Griffith family. Among our peers, he was always considered to be the most likely person to become the Warrior King. Aside from their achievements, my entire family was utterly beautiful with dazzling platinum blonde hair, ocean blue eyes, tall and slender with the perfect muscles. Their wolves were unmatched beauties, fast and strong and perfect in every way. But not me. With a petite frame and dull brown hair, I stood from my family like a sore thumb. It wasn’t just my appearance, either; I was wolf