ELLA'S POV
I paced across my suite, my hands clenched in a fist. It was a few minutes shy of noon and I was in my room. Talk about new changes, I can't believe I was ditching classes twice in a row.
I scrubbed my hands down my face. “Ella, get a hold of yourself.” I reminded myself for the umpteenth time. Was it a crime to fill a lousy brat's face with punches, or should I damn the consequences?
My wolf was for the latter. After Rio had shown me the video of me falling face down, in the most ungraceful way with my underpants streaking out, I lost every sense of judgment. The entire school had stared at me with equal measure of shock and amusement. Even Rio couldn't stop me from taking the shortcut back to the dormitory.
‘Why don't we teach the negative Nancy how not to cross paths
