SCARLET OMEGA’S POV
SCARLET OMEGA’S POV
"How do you make the light look like it's actually moving?" A girl named Harper leaned closer, careful not to touch the wet paint. "Mine always looks flat."
"You layer it." I dipped my brush again, working a streak of gold along the edge of a wolf's flank. "Light doesn't sit still. It bleeds into whatever's next to it. Watch."
I showed her, guiding the brush in a slow arc, and her breath caught the way mine used to catch back when someone finally explained something I'd been struggling to understand alone.
"That's incredible." She said it quietly, like she was afraid saying it too loud might take it back. "You're incredible."
Six months ago, nobody on this campus would have used that word anywhere near my name. Six months ago I was the wolfle
