Sloane’s POV
Thursday, I made sure to leave my apartment early, slipping out into the chilly morning air before Xavier’s car could even roll down the street. Facing him right now, after Zia’s bomb last night, was impossible. I couldn't look into those dark, piercing eyes, knowing what my wolf had admitted.
I had only replied to his million calls and texts last night because he was at my apartment, simply telling him that I didn’t feel good and was in bed. Of course, he called and called after that as well, but I ignored him.
Blending into the crowd of students milling about the quad was my plan. But campus wasn't a haven; it was a hive.
"Sloane! Hey!"
I turned, and a small group catches up with me. We weren't exactly friends, but we were friendly enough to share class notes and small
