Chapter 27
Vanya
I stood frozen. Fuming. Jaw clenched.
Was he serious? He was using me like a puppet on a string—and somehow still acting like the one doing me a favor.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell, bite me you egotistical werewolf-shaped headache.
But instead, I stood there, seething in place, while the rest of the team trickled out. Justin gave me a pitying pat on the back as he passed, which didn’t help my spiraling ego.
Gods, this was infuriating.
But also…
I sighed. I’d already had one too many close calls. My slip-ups were piling up faster than I could cover them. I was one awkward shower away from full exposure and probably execution.
The Alpha Trials were fast approaching, and if I got booted from the team, I’d lose my edge—lose any chance of survival in the later
