Angela stepped back slowly, her eyes fixed on the bloody message. Her whole body felt cold. She wanted to scream, but doing that would only make things worse. Students would rush over. Someone would record it. They'd upload it to the school's gossip page, and by the end of the day, she'd be the laughingstock of the entire Academy—again.
She slammed the locker shut and leaned against it, trying to steady her breath. This felt like a nightmare. A sick, twisted dream she couldn't wake up from. Someone was threatening her. Someone hiding in the shadows. And they had given her a deadline—the next full moon. Her heart sank. When the hell was that? Who would do this to her? What had she done this time?
"Hello, beauty."
She flinched. The voice startled her, and she turned to find Stales approaching with Alex beside him.
Angela forced herself to breathe. Her mind was racing, but she kept her voice steady. "Where were you two? I looked for you in the cafeteria."
