ARIA

I'm not paying attention to History at all, even when Professor Denver calls my name loudly and tells me to.

I just can't find it in me to care.

The rest of the day goes by like this. By the time my last lesson rolls around, I don't even bother pulling out my notebook. I thought I would feel angrier, thus more in control of myself, when I saw him, but it has demoralized me completely because my wolf still calls to him in ways I can't understand.

He betrayed me. Took me for an ...