MILLICENT
Fiona nudged me gently, handing me her water bottle. I took it with a tight nod.
Professor continued, eyes faraway like he could see ghosts walking among the trees. “These woods have known the blood of rebellion. Brotherhood. Betrayal. And it was here, not far from the Clearwater River, that Silverfang Institute was founded. Not as a school, but as neutral ground, a place wolves could meet without tearing each other apart for pack domination.”
My fingers tightened around the bottle. It was beautiful, the way he spoke about it, glorious. Full of meaning.
Something primal thrummed in the air, and I saw the way others lit up when they listened. Like they were hearing the story of their own beginning. Their own past.
But I didn’t feel it, not really. I didn’t belong to the befo
