Liora
They were smiling at me. All of them.
Dozens of faces I hadn’t been allowed to look in the eye a month ago were now turned toward me with something like admiration. Or awe. Or relief.
“Congratulations.”
“You showed them.”
“You give the rest of us hope!”
Each of them, wolfless from around the school, all shy and keeping there head low.
I shook hand after hand. Nod, smile, repeat. Their palms were dry, damp, trembling. I didn’t know what they expected from me, but I gave them the expression they seemed to want. Nothing more.
Inside, my stomach was rotting.
They thought I was one of them. They thought I’d done something brave, or hard, or meaningful.
But the truth was, I’d cheated. Not on the exam, but on the story I let them believe.
I wasn’t wolfless.
Not really.
And I
