Finn blinked at my bluntness, but I couldn’t care less.
Thanks to them, I had one uniform left.
The bell rang.
“It’s no use holding onto it anymore,” Finn murmured, gently taking the ruined uniform from my hand. “Let’s go get breakfast and deal with this later.”
I drew in a deep breath and gave a small nod, falling into step beside him as we headed for the cafeteria talking.
“Man,” Finn chuckled, trying to lighten the mood, “you only had two uniforms?”
I gave a tight nod. If only he knew that uniform wasn’t even mine to begin with. I’d altered it to fit, patching it more times than I could count.
As we were close to the cafeteria Finn spoke again.
“I have an idea.”
My hand froze mid-air. “What is it?”
“Contact your pack or family. They can send you a replacement uniform,” he ca
