Rowena
Heather White.
She was a real beauty here at the school, and popular to boot. After all, she was tall and slender, with a delicate neck, prominent jawline, and fierce gray almond-shaped eyes that made her look like a winter fox.
Her hair was so blonde that it seemed to absorb all of the light of the sun, making her look ethereal whenever she flipped it over her shoulder while walking down the hall.
But she wasn’t just pretty; she was also the cheerleading team captain, and her father was the school’s biggest sponsor. She looked every bit the part of the daughter of an Alpha.
She was everything that I wasn’t, at least on the surface.
And she was my competition for today, or so it seemed.
“Oh my gosh, Heather, your hair looks perfect,” one of the girls cooed, stroking Heather’
