Cleo
The teacher had been talking about cells and DNA for what felt like an eternity.
I tried to listen.
I really did.
But my mind kept dragging me back to the training grounds that morning.
To the pain in my ribs.
To the way Asher had looked at me while I lay on the ground.
He’d smiled.
Not a nervous smile.
Not one born from awkwardness.
He had been genuinely pleased to see me hurt.
I couldn’t understand it.
What had I ever done to him?
I’d never spoken to the guy before coming to this pack, yet he looked at me as though I had personally ruined his life.
Every time I saw him, I felt that same unsettling hostility rolling off him.
I was beginning to wonder whether I’d ever figure out what his problem was.
An elbow slammed into my ribs.
Pain shot through my side.
“What the
