The entire class went silent.
Ethan stared at his test paper, then looked at the identical pen in my hand.
His face darkened instantly.
After class, he blocked me in the hallway.
The Alpha, a head taller than me, stood in front of me, his pheromones pressing down on me until it was hard to breathe.
Holding up his test paper, he said coldly,
"Lyra Hale, you switched my pen?"
I looked up at him without fear.
"Who told you to pray over your pen like some kind of ritual every time you took a test? I thought you had hired a witch to help you cheat."
"That was my lucky pen. My mom left it for me."
He gritted his teeth, the tips of his ears turning red with anger.
I froze for a second.
I knew his mother had passed away when he was very young. Everyone at school knew.
I felt a little
