I should’ve stayed in my room.
I knew it the moment I walked into the dorm suite and got hit in the face with loud music, flashing lights, and at least twenty wolf-born girls dancing like they’d been waiting their whole lives for this night.
Geneva squeezed my arm. “Don’t glare. They’ll think you bite.”
“I do bite,” I said, pinching my nose bridge. I was frustrated.
“Yes, but not socially.”
I rolled my eyes, but she was already dragging me deeper inside before I could escape.
The place was chaotic. There were snacks on every flat surface, girls shrieking over some phone screen, someone trying to braid two other people’s hair at the same time. I stood there like an abandoned mannequin.
“This is fun,” Geneva said.
“For who?” I asked.
She ignored me, because she had an agenda. She al
