Chapter 24

The bell rang and I practically bolted from the room. My hair whipped behind me, and my eyes jumped from person to person. My mother usually threatens the pack, but she put into detail what she would do if she saw me speaking with any wolves. She gave me names, methods of torture, and even small details about the pack's schedule that terrified the hell out of me. I shut my locker door to find Andrew leaning against the locker beside me, my heart thumping wildly in my chest. I spun and began walking to my next class, trying to get to art as fast as I could. I needed a paintbrush, and I needed it now.