Winter POV
It's the day before my eighteenth birthday and it completely slipped Damien's mind. He's been too upset and distraught over the fact I'll never speak again, to even give it a thought. Johnathon continues to slip through the corridors and follow me from class to class. If he wasn't an Alpha, he'd be in detention for being so late to his own. That also reminds me. I wonder how on earth he was expelled from two other schools. Who would dare expel an Alpha? It boggles my mind.
I'm so busy staring out the window, lost in my daydreams and plotting, that I fail to notice the last school bell has rung and that everyone, almost everyone, has left. Except for me. How could I have been so stupid? The only reason Jessica and her cronies had stayed away was because of Johnathon and Damien
