POV: Mina
The whispers started the next morning.
I could feel them following me through the halls like a physical weight. Students would stop talking when I passed, then resume in hushed tones the moment they thought I was out of earshot.
"Did you hear about Sterling?"
"Logan said his eyes did something weird in class."
"Probably just the light."
"No, Logan swears they glowed. Like silver."
"That's impossible. Wolves don't have silver eyes."
"Exactly."
I kept my head down and walked faster, clutching my books against my chest. The binding underneath my uniform felt tighter than usual, cutting into my ribs with every breath. I'd wrapped it extra tight this morning, paranoid after last night's confrontation with the Trio outside my door.
They'd eventually left when I refused to op
