The cafeteria was still broken glass and ringing ears when the school decided to do the most normal thing possible.
It pretended nothing happened.
A howl rattled the windows. Lights shattered. Wolves nearly shifted from instinct. My scent suppressant cracked like a dying wire. And yet, somehow, we were dismissed for the day as if the building had not just tried to play host to a supernatural apocalypse.
Beau escorted me out of the cafeteria. Jack stayed on my other side like a shield. The three of us stepped over glass and overturned chairs while wolves stared like they expected me to explode again.
I hated every second.
Outside, students gathered in confused clusters. Teachers panicked quietly, pretending to supervise. Wolves sniffed the air, tracking scents from the shattered window
