CELESTE’S POV
Now was the absolute worst time for despair to paralyze me.
I should have been screaming, fighting; hard-earned, battle-worn instincts should have kicked in, and I should have taught the scumbags a lesson.
But I wasn’t my strong Alpha brother. I wasn’t my champion silver-wolf sister.
I was the bratty, spoiled princess who still tucked my thumb under my fingers when I made a fist, more afraid of chipped nails than broken bones.
When Clancy loosened his grip to pull my jacket and bag off my shoulders, and Reggie's fingers began working on the top button of my uniform shirt, I couldn't stop them.
Every time I thought I’d hit rock bottom, the earth crumbled beneath me, and I plunged even deeper.
At first, I blamed the barely-there rain for the wetness on my cheeks, but when Reggie’s crooked yellow smile melted into a watery blur, I realized I was crying.
Fucking pathetic.
