Bella sighed, the sound louder than she intended in the sudden, heavy silence.
Every eye in the cafeteria turned toward her. Trays stopped mid-air. Conversations died. The entire room went still as Ethan and Scott both stared directly at her.
Ethan’s smirk slowly widened, sharp and predatory. Scott’s expression stayed colder, more calculating, as he released the boy he’d been gripping and wiped blood from his knuckles onto his jeans.
“Well, well,” Ethan drawled, stepping away from Scott and toward Bella’s table. “The new girl has opinions. How cute.”
Scott crossed his arms, eyes narrowing. “You got something to say about how we run things around here, Freshie?”
Bella’s heart slammed against her ribs. Her wolf bristled inside her, angry and defensive, but she forced herself to keep her
