[Apple]
Sylvester seems so happy, but all I feel is terror. I'm not a real wolf. What am I going to do in an agency full of alpha-class she-wolves? They'll smell my weakness a mile away.
Not only that, the Alpha didn't ask me what I wanted to do. He just signed me up for classes as if my opinion didn't matter.
"No," I pinch my lips as I grab my cup of water and take a sip. The miniature rose bush in the center of the table shakes as I set the glass down with too much force. "I have classes this afternoon. I can start tomorrow."
"Skip class, get your friends to give you notes," he brushes off my concern as he takes a bite of his steak sandwich. "Problem solved."
I close my eyes and repeat, “No." Why isn't he listening to me? He's always so stubborn.
As I open my eyes, I cross my arms
