Zane
Look, in my defense, I wasn’t spying.
Not really.
I was just... observing. From a tree. Slightly above eye level. With snacks.
Okay, fine. Call it spying if it helps you sleep at night.
But let’s be honest—when a wolfless girl gives a smack down to an alpha, makes Jessica recoil like she’s seen a ghost, and then brushes off Callum like he’s a substitute history teacher?
That girl warrants a little extra attention.
So there I was, lounging across a thick tree branch like it was a recliner, half-eaten apple in one hand, watching the infamous wolfless herself as she prowled across campus like she owned the asphalt.
And maybe, in a way, she did. At least from how many people seemed to be saying her name.
Liora Belrose, the icy enigma of the year. Sharp tongue, and a silence s
