After satisfying Viola’s relentless curiosity about everything I know about Oliver, she finally left me alone to practice. I broke several jars and was only slightly humiliated when Elder Yona gave me a bigger jar to try to contain my fire. However, the laughter following burned worse than the scorch marks I’d left on the table. By the time class ended, my pride was half-charred and my stomach painfully empty.
After a heavy meal, I slip the empty breadstick jar beneath my sweater and hurry back to my room. Locking the door behind me, I switch out of my uniform and into the shifter training gear I hadn’t worn since switching classes. From beneath my pillow, I pull Lewis’s journal and flick through its pages, hoping to find something, anything, that might help me control my abilities.
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