Nadia
I glared at her, sure I heard wrong. Who did Anna think she was? What kind of authority did she have that made her think she could decide whether I stayed or not? What classes I did or didn’t belong in?
“I was placed in this class,” I scoffed. “So I’m pretty sure it is none of your business whether I’m here or not.”
“Strategic Theory is meant for Alpha heirs.”
Was that true?
I glanced at Vincent for confirmation, but he was looking at Anna as she said, “You’re wolfless. A no rank wolf with no bloodline whatsoever. So, no.” The girl smirked. “You don’t belong here.”
If what she was saying was true, she was right. I wasn’t qualified for this class, and I wasn’t sure how exactly I’d ended up here. But the schedule that Vincent had given to me couldn’t have been clearer.
Why wo
