Chloe slammed her locked door so hard the hallway trembled. A few younger wolf shifters skittered away like mice sensing a predator. Her eyes blazed like wildfire, jaw clenched so tightly her fangs nearly pierced her lower lip. She stormed into one of the classrooms—a space where she usually studied and plotted with her friends. But today, rage eclipsed everything.
"Do you believe this?" she snapped, flinging her designer tote onto a desk with venom.
Her two closest friends, Lucas and Kate, looked up from their phones, startled.
"Tell me I’m dreaming. Tell me I’m hallucinating. Because I swear, if that thing—that rat-infested charity case—has taken another inch of my spotlight, I’m going to rip her throat out."
"What happened?" Lucas asked carefully, already bracing himself.
Chloe spu
