Penelope's POV
The phone won't stop ringing.
"Bloodfang Heir Courts Rising Hockey Star." The headline splashes across every territorial news site by morning.
I stare at my phone screen, watching the notifications pile up. Texts from my mom. Calls from reporters. Friend requests from people I've never met.
"You're famous." Isla plops down beside me on the dorm couch, grinning. "Like, actually famous."
"It's terrifying," I say, scrolling through another dozen messages. "How do people deal with this?"
"They usually have PR teams." She grabs a handful of popcorn from the bowl between us, crunching loudly. "Speaking of which, Liam called. He's handling the media stuff so you don't have to."
Relief floods through me. "Thank god," I breathe out.
My phone buzzes again. This time it's Liam.
