Chapter 23
EVANGELINE POINT OF VIEW
Friday morning feels like walking into a trap.
I know something is wrong the moment I step into the main hallway. Students cluster in tight groups, their whispers following me like poisonous smoke. Their eyes hold a different kind of cruelty today. Not just disgust or pity.
Excitement.
Like they're waiting for something to happen.
My hands shake as I approach my locker. The metal door is covered in new graffiti, words carved deep enough to scar the surface permanently.
THIEF.
LIAR.
TRASH.
Each word hits like a physical blow. But underneath the slurs, someone has scratched something worse. Something that makes my blood turn to ice.
"GO DIE."
I stare at the message until the letters blur together. My wolf stirs restlessly in my mind, sensing da
