Chapter 10

EVANGELINE POINT OF VIEW

Monday morning comes too soon.

I walk through the school doors with my head high for the first time in weeks. The whispers follow me like they always do, but today they sound different. Uncertain. 

Students stare as I pass, but not with the cruel satisfaction I'm used to. Their eyes hold something else. Something that looks almost like fear.

Good.

My wolf purrs inside my chest. She's still there, awake and alert. The ...