Sophia’s POV

Sometimes things don’t go exactly as you want them to. I nonchalantly accepted the fact that everyone knew about my identity. It shouldn’t be a big deal, really. But things escalated too far, more so than I could ever stop.

Three days ago, some she-wolves threw a petty prank on me. Delivering a box, and inside of it were a couple of rabbits’ and chickens’ hearts.

“Never a boring day with you.” Abbott sighed as she helped me clean up the bloody mess.

After that, two days ago, the common door of our dorm was vandalized with witches’s drawings and curses. She clicked her tongue at me and...