Aria.
The tray of spaghetti hit me square in the chest, the cold noodles and sauce splattering over my new uniform and across my face. The cafeteria erupted into laughter, the sound deafening as the other Ravens joined in throwing food at us from all sides.
I didn’t move, I stood frozen, not believing what was happening. My heart pounded as laughter and jeers echoed around me. My shoulder throbbed from the food impact and I could feel blood mixing with the sauce from the spaghetti.
But the physical pain was nothing compared to the humiliation that burned in my chest. I blinked back the tears, refusing to give them the satisfaction from seeing me cry.
Beside me, Lila was trembling and already crying, her uniform stained with food as well as every Silverwood wolf around us. From the corn
