"It's enough that you're all low-class Omegas. Tomorrow, you'd better come dressed in your best outfits to avoid further embarrassing your mates." Ms. Vesper added.
Their best outfits?
And what or where do the Academy expect them to find those from—when they literally didn't allow them to take a single thing from their belongings except for the clothes they were brought in with?
A side of Heidi's lips curls upwards. This school is crazy. The entire system is fucked, demanding the impossible from them. She doubts Sierra would be so generous as to lend her one of her expensive dresses or that Mrs. Castell would get her one.
Junie makes a choking noise beside Heidi. Heidi feels it too; a deep tug in her stomach, like something inside of her already knows what's coming. It's not excitement. It's dread.
Someone behind them whispers, "We see our wolves tomorrow?"
Another student replies in a hush, "And our mates?"
