The low cut wig cap fit her so well that she could hardly recognize herself as a girl anymore. Anyone who looked at her would think she was a boy. That had been Alex's idea. Her hair was growing fast, and instead of cutting it short again, she had to hide it under the wig. Angela glared at her reflection in the mirror one last time before forcing herself to join the line for the combat test.
It was already test week. Last week had been a rough one, and she felt like a loser when it ended. She tried not to think about it, but the memories still rushed back and weighed on her heart.
Her mates no longer came close to her. Alex told her they needed time to think. She knew it was hard for them too. They had tried in their own ways to protect her, to stand by her, and she appreciated it. She told herself it was fair to give them space. But her heart refused to listen to her mind. She loved them deeply and longed to have them close, just like before.
