Marked By Fate

ked wolves seemed born with. Twenty. Built. Dead

sked, like it was a j

. He didn't car

on him. "Don't worry," he whispered, "maybe someone'll

two other idiots who hung off

flinch. Didn't cry.

room, stall locked, fingers grip

ded myself. Three m

didn't know what would happen. But I

n thi

like ghosts that never left the pack house. No one spoke. There wasn't much to say. We were

ing orders before the front door had even clicked shut behind her. She acted l

through the clipboard in her hands like we were names, not people. "And do it righ

n her godd

ng. I didn't want to draw more attention t

at would be used by wolves who wouldn't even wipe their own paws if they shifted indoors. There was

't dirty, and everything had to smell like pine and sandalwood or Marissa would lose her mind. I didn't even have time to breathe,

. Ag

slipping in the wet dirt as I tried to make up time. The wind bit at my face. My shirt stuck

ade it to schoo

at the cuff. One knee of my pants ripped from kneeling too hard on the stone floor. I

I stepped through the sc

-sharp and cold. The beta's daughter. Everyone thought

ready heading

eath right out of my lungs and nearly sending me to the ground. Her friends were right

pristine white blouse. "You should really watch where you'

wer. I just

er off more t

cruel. "Almost eighteen and still no wolf. Maybe the Moon Goddess just

iends

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them what

ste blood. I could feel their eyes on me, like fleas crawling over my skin. I didn't look up. I didn't want t