Jade’s POV
I wasn’t ready for the day.
Not after everything that happened. The bonfire. The storm. The whispers. Hunter defending me. Then physically threatening one of his own to silence the hate.
It was all too much, too loud—especially for someone who spent years learning how to make herself invisible.
So, as I walked into Crescent High, shoulders hunched and headphones in even though there was no music playing, I kept my gaze on the floor, hoping no one would bother me.
But of course, eyes followed me anyway.
A pair of girls whispered as I passed. Someone’s elbow nudged their friend, and they turned to stare, poorly hiding their curiosity.
Omega. Mate. Alpha.
The words buzzed around me like angry bees. And I hated it. Not because I was ashamed—but because they didn’t know me. T
