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 ...