Chapter 65: Fractured Ties

Noah’s

I slumped in my classroom chair, drawing aimless, meaningless lines across the page of my notebook. My pencil scratched softly against the paper, a quiet, repetitive sound that did nothing to stop my thoughts from wandering.

It had been days since Stan had backed me into a corner with his brutal warning about Dean and the Wolfblood Killer knife. The memory was a dull ache I couldn't shake. Now, every time I passed him in the halls, he would turn ...