na
art sank a little. The seat next to mine, the one tha
d out my phone to text her, then remembered. She'd told m
ent to about my morning with Silas, without her to share my giddy, anxious fe
rom the other students buzzed around me, and with my
s the Gamm
ting the Alpha's
s so
Ilana. I was a label, an accessory to someone more important: Silas's sister, Cole's girlfriend. It was one o
is voice was just a meaningless drone in the background. My thoughts h
rom all the ceremony preparations? Was he thinkin
wrote Cole's name, the letters looping together in a familiar, comforting pattern. In my mind,
cafeteria, picking at a sandwich I didn't want. All around me, friends laughed a
our shared jokes and sweet nothings. But as I got to the more recent messages, a
us
k la
ve
es. It was a huge honor, a massive respons
echoed in my head. *No one has a
ating brother? The thought sent a shiver of real fear down my spine. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to ban
foolish hope that I'd see Cole's familiar face in the crowd of parents and siblings waiting f
ly sprinting from the classroom. I couldn't face my brother yet. I wasn't rea
o hear Col
tucked away in the back shelves. My heart hammered against my ribs as I pulled
tretching into an eternity. *Please pi
lose hope and hang up
little tired. The sound of it was still the most beautiful
, but by a sharp, commanding
eed you ove
e, but the authority in it was unmistakable. I
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