Unexpected Competition

POV Dorian

Two stressful days have passed since my tense talk with the witches. The clock is ticking, and their total indecision about allying with my pack is gnawing at my patience. I pace the college hallway, my heavy boots thudding against the linoleum floor. The air around me smells of cheap body spray, stale locker room sweat, and the distant, greasy aroma of cafeteria food. It is enough to