KALEB
Hope has finally broken the record of being the most stubborn human birthed on earth. But the thing about stubbornness is that it clings like flies to a corpse… right into the grave.
It's a shame she has to die tonight.
The sky stretches above, a canvas of purples and oranges that seems too vast to be real. The cold mountain wind ruffles my fur, carrying the scent of prey and the promise of the chase.
I love evening hunts.
I live for the pursuit, the takedown, the thrill coursing through my veins. I think it's my favorite part of being a student.
It makes me feel more like a werewolf than when I'm caged inside the four walls and rules of that academy.
Somehow, even with her frail human frame and reckless defiance, she's gotten under my skin. Not in the charming, romantic way the elders whisper about in mating tales.
No, more like a thorn wedged deep in my paw—small, irritating, impossible to ignore.
