I glance down at my phone, thumb hovering over the screen. The second I open the first message, I already regret it.
Avi – “When are you coming home? Are you and May May dropping out?”
My eyes roll so hard I nearly sprain something. Of course.
Avi’s been passive-aggressively poking at me for weeks. Ever since Davi. She hated that I ended him—even though he was a traitor. Even though he nearly got us all killed. And now she only messages me when she wants answers or attention. Never to check in. Never to say “I’m proud of you”. Just constant poking.
I type back, dry as hell.
Me – “Finished school at 8, so not really dropping out. And when we come back, we’re getting sworn in. May will be Beta female. No time for homework when you’re helping lead an entire pack.”
I hit send and barely
