He flinches. And for a second, I see something flicker across his face. Guilt. He covers it fast. “You’re right,” he says softly. “I don’t get to. I’m sorry, okay. I’m trying now.” I scoff at his words.
I hate how badly I want to believe him. How badly I want someone, anyone, to choose my side for once, even just for a minute.
Shaking my head, I reach for the door handle, heart still pounding. I need to get out of here and back to the main building.
To the office, hopefully they have a shirt I can borrow or I might find something in the lost and found. Yet when I try to leave, Lucas moves in front of me, blocking the exit once more.
“You’re not going outside like that,” he snarls, and for a second, I am taken aback when I see his eyes flicker to his wolf.
“I don’t have a choice,” I
