CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
If someone had told me a month ago that I’d be the center of some supernatural power struggle with werewolves, witches, and whatever-the-hell else, I’d have laughed in their face. But now?
Now, I’m not laughing.
Because the second I stepped through the school gates this morning, I could feel it—like a weight pressing down on my chest. Something’s coming. And I don’t know what it is yet, but my instincts are screaming. Ice, the snarky demon-wolf hybrid living rent-free in my head, is unusually quiet. That’s what worries me the most.
“Are you okay?” Jack asks beside me, nudging my arm gently as we walk to first period.
“I’m fine,” I lie.
That’s the thing about lying—it gets easier the more you do it.
Theo hasn’t spoken to me since the morning he stood up for me in
