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The blonde girl with the curls stretched her hand across the table, knocking over a bottle of iced tea that was thankfully empty. “Oops.” She quickly righted it and extended her hand again. “Jenny, Missouri pack.”

I accepted her hand. “Nice to meet you.”

The man with the dreadlocks waved. “Jamal, from the 303.”

“I have no idea what that is,” I said.

He laughed. “Denver.”

“Got it,” I said.

“Sam,” a woman with black hair cut in a bob said brightly. “I’m kind of a nomad. No pack affiliation.”

“I don’t think she cares,” Makayla said.

“I care,” I said. “It’s interesting. So you all belong to a group of other shifters?”

Jamal laughed again. “Packs. We come from packs of wolf shifters.”

“Right,” I said.

“Aren’t mages in covens?” Sam asked.

“Isn’t that witches?” I asked.

“There’s no such thing as witches. Well, none with actual magic,” Jenny said. “You’re a nomad too, then?”

“I guess so,” I said.

“Imagine that, Ben. Your - ow, hey!” Jenny rubbed her side after Ben jabbed her with his elbow.

“What am I missing?” I asked.

“Nothing,” Ben said. He looked around at everyone at the table. “Am I right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jenny said. “We got it, boss.”

Ben stood up and picked up his tray, leaving without another word.

I turned and watched him walk away. He’d been so nice to me when he’d walked me to class. “Did I do something to piss him off?”

“Don’t worry, he’s a moody asshole,” Makayla said. “But he’s right, we should get going. What’s your next class?”

“Gym,” I said.

“Ugh, so sorry,” she said. “You’ll need to change out before you go. Don’t go in your uniform. Coach sends more kids to confinement than any other teacher. Just go along with whatever till you get the hang of it.”

“What if I don’t go?” I asked, dread sinking into my gut like a weight. Gym hadn’t been my strong suit in high school either. I nearly failed because I couldn’t climb that damn rope. I had to run so many laps to make up for it that by the end of the semester, people were asking me to join the track team. As if I’d run for fun. What the fuck was wrong with those people?

“You have to go. Trust me, you learn ways to get through it quickly. Just don’t do anything to stand out,” Sam said.

“Well, it was nice meeting you all,” I said as I left the table. I was still worried about the fact that I didn’t know how to control my magic but I was starting to think that being sent to this school wasn’t the worst possible thing that could happen to me.

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