Chapter 33. A Fake Friend, Obviously.

Silvia POV

“Silvia? Silvia, are you there?” Noah’s concerned voice crackled through my phone, my knuckles whitened as I tightened my grip.

My entire body had gone rigid.

“Y-yes, I’m here,” I managed to answer, forcing lightness into my tone. “I’m fine, Noah. Just zoned out for a second.”

My eyes were fixed on him.

Zack.

He hadn’t moved from his position, partially hidden in the shadow of a tall column near the administration building.

The memory of last night’s confrontation made my stomach clench—two dominant wolves fighting over territory.

But I wasn’t territory.

I was just desperate.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You went quiet there.” Noah’s voice immediately shifted to worry mode.

“Really, I’m fine,” I repeated, carefully turning away from Zack’s direction—out of sight, out of mind, at least temporarily.

“Did you eat breakfast?” Noah asked.

I found myself smiling, remembering Alpha Sherman in the