Zeph's POV
It's happening again.
Fuck! If I don't leave this school, it might get worse, and I'm tired of doing this. I can't control it. I can't f*****g control my wolf. I thought the ice and hockey s**t would help me, but it was all an excuse to get the hell away from my father. Right now, if they don't let me out of this room, I'll break the door and go out.
To worsen the case, the full moon is tomorrow, and I won't… and can't be able to control Xander and his bloodthirst.
The disciplinary holding cell is like a joke, it's a concrete wall painted institutional beige, a single metal table bolted to the floor, two uncomfortable chairs, and fluorescent lights that buzz incessantly overhead. There's a small window with reinforced glass that looks out onto the quad, but it's too high to
