Jessica's POV
I walk through the campus quad, the morning sun doing nothing to warm the cold knot in my stomach. Everywhere I look, eyes slide away from mine. Or worse, they stare at me, then dart to a friend, followed by whispered laughter. My skin prickles. My new wolf senses are screaming at me that I'm being hunted, but there's no physical danger. Just whispers. Fingers pointing at me from behind textbooks.
What the f**k is going on?
I keep my head down, my heart pounding. It's like this in every class. In Sociology, the professor calls on me, and as I stumble through an answer about social dynamics, I hear someone snort from the back row. "She's an expert, alright." My face burns hot. In the hallways, people actually step aside to let me pass, their stares heavy and knowing.
I can
