Windsor's POV
My nerves were still frayed from everything that had crashed into my world recently.
The whirlwind of events from the past week felt surreal, like watching someone else's life unfold in slow motion. Losing my innocence, dealing with persistent Alpha attention, surviving that terrifying fire at the building. My mind couldn't seem to organize all these overwhelming experiences into something manageable.
My wolf prowled restlessly beneath my skin, agitated and unsettled. The constant pacing was exhausting, but she refused to calm down. And now I had to sit through class and pretend everything was normal. Sometimes I wondered if there was a cosmic remote control somewhere with a pause button I could press.
Miss Jameson bounced at the front of the classroom, her freshly permed curls springing with each animated gesture. The chemical smell from her recent salon visit made my sensitive nose wrinkle in protest.
