Quinn
When I was in the ninth grade, my father sent me down south to live with my uncle for a year. He thought it would be good for me to experience life among humans, to learn their ways in case I needed to interact with them in the future. The local school was nothing like I was used to—mostly humans, a world away from the werewolf community where I’d grown up.
Every day, I made sure to get to my favorite class early. I’d always sit at a desk facing the door, anticipation buzzing under my skin. I couldn’t help it—I needed to see her. The girl who walked in every morning, a vision of beauty and grace. To me, she was perfect. Her smooth, cocoa-toned skin seemed to glow, and her slanted eyes held a quiet strength that I found captivating. Her full lips framed every word she spoke, and I h
