Scarlett
It’s already been a week since Rhodes died. My days have been spent cleaning and living my life in the shadows where no one can see the dark circles under my eyes. The ache in my chest? I hide it by making a wall out of my face, one that lets nothing in. Nothing out.
I keep scrubbing the corridor, fingers clenching the mop so hard that my claws dig into the handle. I dip. Press down on the mop head to remove the water and start cleaning another area.
Laughter comes from the kitchen.
“Look, it’s the silver wolf,” someone says. It sounds like Bianca, one of Rina’s friends. “Born to lead the Forest pack, and now, she is broken.”
“Yeah,” another girl whispers back. “It will probably be Violet taking over that pack in the future. After the vampire treat is gone, and she can leave
