Melonie only left her room for classes or food for the rest of the time until the Festival. And by food, that meant going through the kitchen lines and taking whatever she could get back to her room, not dining with the Alpha and his circle. She spent some days hyper fixated on her songs, others lost in books, and a couple staring at the wall or ceiling. She refused to answer the door or talk to others as she passed them in the halls. She truly became a recluse, hiding away and pretending she didn’t exist.
But today was the festival, and that did require her to leave her room. There was a soft knocking on her door, but she ignored it, drumming her fingers against her desk. Yet the knocking persisted, eventually a little voice coming from the other side. “Melonie! Let me in, please! I just
