Chapter 11
EVANGELINE POINT OF VIEW
I skip my next three classes.
After the lights exploded above me, I ran. Ran through empty hallways, past confused janitors sweeping up glass, past whispered conversations about electrical problems.
Nobody saw what really happened. Nobody knows the lights burst because of me.
But I know. And that terrifies me more than Ronan's cruelty ever could.
Now I sit in the abandoned east wing bathroom, staring at my hands. They look normal. Pale. Thin. The same hands that have always been weak and useless.
Except they're not useless anymore.
I flex my fingers and watch the fluorescent bulb above the mirror flicker. Just once. Like it's responding to something inside me.
My wolf paces restlessly in my mind. She's been awake since Professor Blackwood's pot
