Victor gently lowered me to my feet. Everything was blurry, but I could make out the shapes of the crowd. Except for a few students who had to be Alphas, everyone present was kneeling; their heads lowered while showing their necks.
It was the submissive posture among werewolves.
This was the first time I heard the aggressive, dominant voice Victor used to save me. It was rarely heard in modern werewolf society.
Modern Alpha leaders promoted an equal society and didn’t want the lower classes to think Alphas still considered themselves their superiors.
I realized I was clinging to Victor’s arm and released it. Taking a step back, I saw he was looking at me instead of the Betas kneeling on the ground. He seemed to be staring at my face. Feeling self-conscious, I tried not to squint.
Vi
