Chapter 22
RONAN POINT OF VIEW
The lunch table goes quiet when Celeste approaches.
She moves with purpose, her designer heels clicking against the cafeteria floor like a countdown timer. Madison, Sarah, and Emma trail behind her, their faces set with the kind of determination that means someone is about to get destroyed.
I look up from my half-eaten sandwich as she reaches our table. Something in her expression makes my wolf stir uneasily.
"We need to talk," she says to the group. But her eyes stay fixed on me.
Marcus and Jake exchange glances. They know that tone. Everyone at school knows that tone.
"About what?" I ask, though I already suspect the answer.
"About sending a clear message," Celeste says, settling into the chair next to mine. "About making sure everyone understands w
