**ANOTHER TWO YEARS LATER**
I was sixteen now. Jax was eighteen. Jesse was sixteen too, but I tried not to think about him much. He was still as annoying and cruel as ever, maybe worse now that Jax and I were still together.
People said it wouldn’t last — that I was just a distraction for Jax, the future Alpha. But two years later, we were still together. And even though we hadn’t gone that far, what we had felt real. Strong. Ours.
Everyone still thought I didn’t have a wolf. They called me wolfless, whispered behind my back, said I was broken or cursed. But they didn’t know I’d been shifting since I was little. Only Jax knew the truth, and it would stay that way.
School was easier now. I was a sophomore; Jax, a senior about to graduate. The thought twisted my stomach — I didn’t know w
