*Reid*

Blaise had been my friend once. My best friend, in fact. Our mothers were friends and our packs were close, so we grew up together. He was a few years older than me, but he always included me in whatever the older boys were doing.

He never let anyone make fun of me either, even though I was a quiet and shy kid. I thought that we would be friends forever, but as we got older, it became clear that Blaise and I differed in a lot of important ways.

He ...