If school had been chaotic yesterday, today felt like someone had sprinkled crack on the student body. Wolves buzzed with gossip, humans watched everything like it was an ongoing Netflix special, and teachers pretended none of us existed.
I walked through the courtyard sipping an energy drink because sleep was for people who didn't have psychic criminals pinging their brain at three in the morning.
Addy jogged beside me. “You know the rumor mill has been exploding since the rogue incident.”
“What is the rumor,” I asked. “That I roundhouse kicked someone into orbit.”
“Close. Melody is telling people you're unstable. Dangerous. Probably part raccoon.”
I stopped walking. “Part what.”
“Raccoon,” Addy repeated, completely serious. “Her exact phrasing was that you have raccoon energy.”
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