Melinda POV
After a breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast, sausage, and fresh fruit, the interns gathered in the hallway leading to the practice field to get their mail. It was passed out only every other day with the understanding that cell phones were permissible for emergencies only. It was an effective way to focus their attention, so of course most of them complained about it, much to my deeply hidden amusement.
“My parents have probably written another letter about how they’re bragging about me to all their friends,” a male Beta was telling someone near me. “News of that cut right off the bat is everywhere, and they can be so obnoxious about things.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you’re heartbroken at how they brag about you,” his companion, a female Alpha, said in what I assumed was friendly mock
