The laughter still echoes in the hall like smoke after a fire. Her knees burn. Her palms sting. Ink glistens like blood on her ruined uniform. The sting of humiliation hasn't left her throat. She can still hear Grayson's voice echoing in her skull "Lick it off." Her tongue curls at the memory in revulsion.
She can see Omegas like her, watching in the background with an equal share of fear in their eyes because they know… they are aware that no better fate awaits them. Some scurry past immediately after Grayson and Morgan left. Others are too scared to even move an inch. As though, they think taking one more step into the Academy is like knocking on trouble's door.
Just then, the sound of confident footfalls booms through the noise. It's subtle at first but the effect is instant. Silence sucks the air out of the hallway. Heads turn.
Darien Bellamy.
