When I walk into the canteen a few hours later, I see that Alpha Glary's usual seat is empty.

Also, where Clarita always sat next to me is open. Hungry I take a seat and eagerly start my meal. I'm almost ready to go back to class when someone plops down next to me. It's John Ogabe, the future Gamma of the pack. His strong scent invades my nostrils, and I must push the food back into my stomach to not vomit on the spot.

“Mercedes, tell me. Will you still be the Beta of our pack? Because I'd be happy to take over from you," he explains plainly. His...