Orlando's POV:
I furiously stormed through the academy halls, my mind racing with disbelief. How could that selfish bastard stand in the way of me seeing Shyla? And the nerve of Luther and Ish for taking his side over mine; I couldn't believe they held me down like some criminal—screw them. They've become wimps, kneeling before the bratty alpha prince, bending and folding at his every command like puppets. I mean, do they even care about Shyla? I can't expect them to—not the way I do. They only tolerated Shyla because of Noemi.
Unlike me, who has willingly spent every waking moment with her for nearly four years, they can't truly appreciate her. They haven't invested the time or effort to know her as I have; therefore, they cannot consider themselves her real friends. I've come to under
