AMELIA 'DECLAN' SILVER
Cracks in the mask
I woke up with my heart pounding.
It was not the good kind of fast heartbeat — the what on earth did I just get myself into kind. And honestly, I didn’t blame myself. I was in a school full of wolves who hated weakness, boys who fought before breakfast and sized you up like prey the moment you walked in.
And then there was Ronan Darius.
And my stupid heart reacted.
Idiot. Why him? Why here? Why now?
I dragged myself out of bed, washed my face, dressed as carefully as I could, binding down my chest tightly, hiding every curve, making sure I looked as flat and masculine as possible. The last thing I needed was someone noticing what was underneath.
Someone like Ronan.
Stop thinking about him, Amelia. Focus.
I tucked short hair under a cap,
