SKY
Today is the day. My knees are knocking together. No, really. They are.
This is the dream I’ve always wanted but never dared to admit out loud. If anyone from the Silver Moon Pack knew I wanted to go to college, they’d either laugh in my face or do everything they could to stop me. That’s how things usually go.
When I was in my first year of high school, my father, Lucien Silver, agreed—reluctantly—to let me go to college.
“Sure, you can go,” he had said, his tone flat and serious. “But you’ll need to keep your grades high so you’ll be useful to the pack.”
Even back then, I could tell he didn’t believe I’d actually make it happen. He definitely didn’t think my request to live on campus would be approved.
When he finally said yes, I almost fell over.
“This is expensive, Sky. You
