Liora
My bed felt more like coffin, it’s usual silky sheets encirling me like hands.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that hallway, Bianca’s smirk, the way they all laughed when nothing happened.
When I opened them, I was still here.
Still wolfless.
I tried a hundred and thirty times that night. And failed, a hundred and thirty times. My wolf was gone, or hiding so deep I couldn’t reach her. Maybe it was just because I hadn’t shifted in so long. Maybe I’d built my own wall without realizing. That had to be it.
By morning, the numbness had settled in so deep it almost felt like calm. Almost.
After class, while everyone else filed out for lunch, I found Mia leaning against the lockers, her inky hair piled into a messy clipped look, flipping through her notebook for old notes.
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