I couldn't stop thinking about that ancient book as I sat in my next class. The professor's voice faded into background noise while my mind replayed what I'd read—those few precious minutes with the text that validated everything I'd been experiencing.
"The Myth of Alpha's Rejection." Except it wasn't a myth. The branching marks on my back, the weakening of my wolf, the constant pain—it was all real, documented, and apparently well-known enough to be recorded in pack history.
My pen tapped nervously against my notebook. I hadn't been able to read far enough to discover if there was a cure, but the mention of a ritual had given me hope. A hope that Mrs. Harrington had swiftly crushed by confiscating the book.
