RESISTANCE

The night after the fight, I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Joem’s smirk, the cruel slant of his mouth when he called me pathetic. Even though my body ached, my pride hurt more.

The plan I had was to stay quiet, to blend in, to survive, and to gain my alpha certificate. But something had changed. Something inside me had snapped, and I had no intent to remain unnoticed.

The next morning, Kennedy tried to stop me from training. “Draco, your ribs aren’t healed yet,” he argued, blocking the door of the barracks. “You will just reopen everything and bleed like a fool again.”...