Chapter 15. It’s Me

I yank on my sneakers, my blue hoody over my tight T-shirt and jeans, and slide out of my room into the deserted hall. It’s during class time, so most of the kids are in the rooms of the left-wing right now, learning all about our traditions and history with some academia thrown in. For the most part, they raise us to live among humans, to fit in and exist in their world, so we learn all the same crap they do and how to conceal what we are.

I guess I was lucky that the war confined us here, in our school, and I haven’t had to interact with non-wolves since then. Those of us left with no family got pulled out of our human schools amid rumors of a deadly virus plaguing families on the mountain skirts, which meant no officials came knocking. Some of the Alphas, like the Santos, too, for their protection and lineage, but the general population were allowed to keep their places in the real world as though nothing happened. I don’t plan to go back there anytime soon either. Now that