SERAPHINA’S POV

Five of the feral beasts close in on us slowly; each of them baring their fangs aggressively.

I suck in a breath now, feeling fear crippling me on the spot. Even if I’m not part wolf, I feel the animosity oozing off each of them directed at us.

I’m stunned, just as I always am when I’m reminded by the fact that this school really is filled with wolves, and it’s not just a name they call themselves.

I've seen their beast-like reactions, with the occasional ...