"Maybe he's late because he's planning to confess to you tonight!" one classmate teased.
The group's playful jabs made Margot blush, her head dipping as her heart fluttered with nerves. "I do like him," she admitted softly, "but there's this weird feeling, like I'm scared. What if he's just playing me? What if all his kindness is fake, and one day he rips off the mask to hurt me?"
Her friends, quick to rally around her, chimed in with reassurance. "Margot, don't overthink it," one said. "You're young. Jaxon's good to you—enjoy it. If he ever screws you over, kick him to the curb and move on."
"Exactly," another added. "Plenty of great wolves out there, ones who've got it all. You don't have to tie yourself to one guy. If it comes to it, my brother's a catch—I'll hook you up!"
"Oh, and
