Liora
By all accounts, the day should’ve been suspiciously… fine.
The halls were still sticky with that faint perfume smell, the flowers in bloom outside only adding to the sickly sweet air, and Mia had successfully braided my hair while walking—a party trick I still wasn’t over.
“I don’t like this,” I said as we passed the commons. “It’s too… quiet.”
Mia blinked at me. “What? You mean the fact that Bianca hasn’t tried to push you down a flight of stairs today? We’re calling that suspicious now?”
“Yes.”
She looked around in thought. “You’re right. She was more…agressibe then usal yesterday. I mean, she’s always mean, but the Alpha looked…mad, mad.”
But the halls stayed calm. For one whole period.
Then came third block.
The corridor outside my literature class was... jammed. I slow
