TESSA
Zaria was right.
A year and a half has passed, and she was right.
She’s in Elite Order Academy now, halfway through her last term. It was my dream school, and she made sure to rub it in my face every opportunity she was given. She came home often during the weekends because of her Beta duties. After she finished her schooling there, she was bound to inherit the title from my uncle David.
However, along with that, she came home to bask in her own glow, parading it in front of me like a crown I’ll never wear.
She’d throw herself onto the couch, laughter spilling from her lips, and talk about the numerous men scrambling to her feet. About how she’s going to be part of the United Factions. About how she’ll excel as Beta of our pack, surpassing every expectation set for her.
Zaria
