Zeph's POV
I should calm down and take a deep breath, clear my head deep inside the water or in ice with my hockey, but that's not what's happening with me. That f*****g dreadful situation is happening to me again. I'm just lucky that the bastards I'm wasting it on are worth it.
Even right now, I can't stay sane... my body is hot. My wolf is spiraling and my head is banging so bad, my claws won't stop coming out and I'm not in a right state to think. The blood on the side of my ribs won't heal, all thanks to the bastard who used a silver knife on me. I wonder when I turned to the most wanted student to die when I was supposed to come here, lay low, aim for the Hockey Captainship and go to the NHL to focus on my hobby.
Kestrel's father wants me dead by all means, and his daughter is busy
