Chapter 17
EVANGELINE POINT OF VIEW
Wednesday morning feels different.
I walk through the school doors with my head held higher than usual. The crescent mark on my wrist tingles under my long sleeves. My wolf stirs restlessly in my mind, no longer the quiet whisper she used to be.
Students still stare as I pass. Still whisper behind their hands. But something has shifted. Maybe it's the way I carry myself. Maybe it's the new awareness humming under my skin.
Maybe it's the fact that I'm no longer just Evangeline.
I'm Lunara too.
History class starts like any other day. Mr. Peterson drones on about ancient wars while most students check their phones under their desks. I sit in my usual spot at the back, taking notes and trying to focus on anything except the memories of yesterday's hu
