I shift in my seat, feeling the crackle of energy beneath my skin, an electric current seeking release. A bead of sweat trickles down my temple, defying the chill of the classroom air. It's getting harder to keep the wolf at bay, to hold back the golden fire yearning to break free. My hands tremble, the pencil nearly snapping under the pressure.

"Skyler?" The teacher's voice slices through my reverie, a reminder that I'm still here, still expected to be just another ...