Chapter 21
EVANGELINE POINT OF VIEW
The auditorium is packed.
Every seat is filled with students chattering excitedly about the mandatory assembly. Teachers line the walls like guards, their faces stern as they watch for troublemakers. The air smells like old books and teenage anxiety.
I sit in the back row, trying to disappear into my chair. Three seats separate me from the next student. Nobody wants to sit near the girl who dared to hit Celeste Hartwell.
My hands shake as I grip the edge of my seat. The crescent mark on my wrist pulses with heat that I can feel through my long sleeves. My wolf paces restlessly inside my mind, sensing danger even though I can't see it yet.
The stage at the front of the auditorium gleams under bright lights. A podium stands in the center, waiting for
