![]() I deleted every speck of social media to keep the maniacal look in their eyes out of my head when I didn’t have to be at school, and the absolute rage that lack of contact unleashed in the Heathers was terrifying. Unfortunately, given the Council’s decree that I attend Apex rather than get killed for emerging as prey, I don’t have a choice in the matter, and my classmates know it. You’d think that would have me running as far away from Apex Academy as my thumpers could carry me. My former besties and ex-boyfriend filled my days with cruel pranks, dangerous threats, and promises that, once I got to Apex, the ban on killing underclassmen would lift. After the events at prom in the spring, when I emerged as a bunny instead of a predator, I was a pariah at Shifter Secondary. It’s my first day at Apex Academy, and I need every ounce of encouragement I can get. My hands drum on the steering wheel of my vintage Mustang as I dance along, hair whipping in the breeze as the convertible takes the curves far better than a car of this age should. I crank the music to max volume as I speed down the highway. ![]()
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