Chapter 32

Winter POV

It’s the day before my eighteenth birthday and it’s 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. Everyone had noticed them

following me. I gulp as I look at her and the small group of friends that have gathered in a crowd around my desk. Where the hell was Johnathon and Damien when I actually needed them for heavens sake.

Jessica leans over, her long blonde hair trailing over her shoulder as she pushes it back impatiently. “You know

you never got punished for Killing Thomas” she murmurs to me “the police just let it go but I know that you’re a

murderer. Thomas was our friend and because of you he’s dead” she snaps, her eyes flashing black for a moment.

Just like me she’s close to her eighteenth birthday and her wolf is dangerously close to the surface.

to cry out, protest, after everything he’d tried to do

chair and try to run, muffled screaming coming from my

my hair, dragging me to the floor, my back hitting the hard wooden floor. They drag me to the doorway and

I was thinking, but what would have distracted them both from coming to my side? It had

extremely important.

and roughly begins to shove me towards the door. The girls surround me and I’m

hide me from sight and I wave my arms wildly, kicking and scratching as they pull me with them, until we are a

great delight in kicking me to the ground,

me and even tangled in my hair as I lay there, looking

enjoying this. No compassion or empathy in

punish you for murdering Thomas, seeing as the

to shake in fear. What was this? Clearly it was revenge and it

about that.

or spit on me. It’s the most humiliating and degrading experience of my life and tears flow

my eyes which are bleary and narrowed

gloves and I know instinctively that means

cover

en som

shirt and pants covered in dirt and even

try to say. But

his shoulder nervously. I glare at

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on Jessica’s face and it’s chilling to see. I feel

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