The Alpha's Shadow

Iris

I drag my feet toward the school building the next morning, feeling like an anxious mess of a werewolf. My stomach is twisted into tight, suffocating knots. Every single step I take toward the main entrance is burdened by a terrifying thought. My brain plays a relentless loop: *What if Sloane is the person behind the 'BrokenToaster42' account?* I can perfectly picture her sitting behind a gl