Cole
We come in from lunch and I instantly sense the buzz. There’s an energy in the air—a nervous, wired emission from every kid.
Newspapers.
They all have newspapers.
“Cole!” One of the JV ballers hands me one. It takes me half a second to read the headline and I understand.
I run for Brumgard’s room. Bo, Wilde, Austin and Slade are at my heels. Asswipe’s in there, eating his lunch at his desk. Probably hasn’t seen the paper yet. I slam my palm against his door. “Guard this door,” I order and Bo and Wilde instantly throw their backs up against it. Wolf shifters operate in a paramilitary structure. We’re soldiers by nature, ready to give our lives for what matters, always following a chain of command. My friends haven’t even read the article, but they respond with instant ferocity, tr
