Instructor Warren stood at the front with his clipboard, and the energy in the room had shifted into something buzzing and desperate.
This was it. The selection.
I stood in the first year group and tried not to sway on my feet.
My eye was swelling shut, my vision narrowed to a slit. I’d stopped thinking about the pain in my shoulder because thinking only made it worse. Every breath pulled my broken ribs together in protest.
Instructor Warren said. "When your name is called, move to stand behind your assigned instructor."
He flipped the page on his clipboard. "Alden, Bryce."
A boy two rows ahead of me exhaled, glancing wistfully at the Lycans before jogging over to Beta blood, Bryce. Everyone wanted to be chosen by them, but they only watched us all with varying expressions of boredom and disinterest.
"Calloway, Seth. Carter, Seth. Cross, Adriana. Cole, Damien."
Four more peeled off. Cole walked ahead with a smirk. Damien was one of two of the only Alpha blooded instructors in the room.
"Jennifer, Imani."
Jenny tosses me a worried look before going ahead, clutching her still bleeding forehead.
Regina leaned in. "You’re going to be fine," she whispered. "We’ll find a way out of this–"
"Regina, Adriana."
She squeezed my hand once before she went. Nick was called two names later, going to a Gamma. Tucker and Reid were assigned to the same instructor as Cole.
The hall continued to empty around me.
Names fell in steady rhythm. Harrison. Danny. Becca. Claire. The cluster of first years around me shrank slowly and then quickly and then it was very, very small.
"You’re fine," I told myself. "You’re fine, you’re fine, you’re–"
"Lana, Adriana."
She strutted out of line and knocked into my bad shoulder on purpose, sending a shock of pain up my neck. I bit down hard to silence my cry.
Then there were four of us.
Then three.
Then two.
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