Chapter 22

RONAN POINT OF VIEW

The lunch table goes quiet when Celeste approaches.

She moves with purpose, her designer heels clicking against the cafeteria floor like a countdown timer. Madison, Sarah, and Emma trail behind her, their faces set with the kind of determination that means someone is about to get destroyed.

I look up from my half-eaten sandwich as she reaches our table. Something in her expression makes my wolf stir uneasily.

"We need to talk," she ...