POV: Ayla

The photograph burns a hole in my pocket all through Advanced Pack History. I feel its edges pressing against my thigh with every shift in my seat. I do not look at Nova, who sits three rows ahead with her spine straight and her posture like a predator. Instead I watch the three alphas at the back of the lecture hall. Caius, Ryker, and Zane keep exchanging glances over my head. Their looks are sharp and silent. They move in sync like they hold a private conversation I am not allowed to join. They no longer look at me as a person they care for. I have become...