Locker Room Showdown
The muffled hum of the crowd gathering in the gym reverberated through the walls of the girls’ locker room and settled on my ears even though I tried so desperately not to listen.
Curse my wolf ears.
My palms were slick with sweat as I sat on the bench, staring down at my cheerleading tryout outfit.
Every cheerleader’s nightmare: spandex shorts and a cropped tank top with the school’s emblem. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and, worst of all, out of place.
This was something I told myself I needed to do in other get Ryan's eyes to be fixed on me. But for some reason, the thought of going out there dressed like this made my breath become hitched.
“Breathe, Kristen,” I muttered to myself, gripping the edge of the bench so hard my knuckles turned white. "It's only
