Unable to handle the stares, I shove past Ryker and run, going to the only place I know I will be left alone. The library, and the second the door clicks behind me, I collapse into the corner booth and bury my face in my arms. The moment I do, my hands are drenched, I can still feel Brielle’s claws raking down my cheek. It stings, and now my arms are soaked because I’m still bleeding since I have no wolf to heal.
Not that anyone cares when they are too busy staring, like I am, some plague they are not immunized against. I don’t know what hurts more, her claws or the shame. Great, now another thing I will have to explain myself to my mother about, and I know she’ll take Brielle’s side and demand why I was wearing his hoodie in the first place.
“Autumn.” His voice makes me flinch, and I lo
