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A child of the system, Giselle had only ever wanted one thing... a family. But the price for her dreams might be more than she bargained for.





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Picking up her overloaded tray, Giselle scanned the room for her group. Feeding time at the zoo would have been easier to manage than school lunch hour. Tables were filling up faster than she could reach them. Pre-determined groups had laid claim to specific areas of the room and set up invisible boundaries that must have been known to the regulars. She certainly couldn’t see them, but one step too close to the Goth group earned her sneers and hisses that had her wolf ready to surface. Giselle tried to remember she’d already embarrassed herself more than once today; she’d best be on good behavior at least until day two.
She spotted Di already sitting in the farthest corner near the windows and headed for her. “Where’s Taylor?”
Di faux pouted. “She’s on second lunch.”
“That sucks,” Giselle said, and proceeded to stuff her face with a slice of cardboard pizza.
“Nah, she’s got friends to keep her company. School council, party planning committee, that kind of thing.”
“Overachiever?” Giselle asked.
“Social butterfly,” Di answered. “But she’s also got the connections. If you need it, she can get it. Pays to have friends in high places.”
Giselle couldn’t imagine what special things she’d need in school, but smiled and continued to wolf down her food. Onto the sawdust-flavored burger. “So. Who wants to tell me about the other pack here?” she asked between bites.
“Could you be any louder?” Di cringed. “Or more disgusting? Chew with your mouth closed, please!”
She couldn’t help herself. That would be the last time she skipped breakfast! “Like anyone listening knows what I really mean.” She gulped down a soda and wiped her mouth clean. Vikings probably had better table manners than she at this point, but if she didn’t sate the beast, there’d be more problems than sloppy eating. Her wolf demanded more food.
“Whatever, Elle.” Di rolled her eyes and scooted her chair a few inches away from Giselle.  “Don’t stress. The others are not our friends. That’s all you need to know right now.”
She’d made a big deal about warning her, and that was her reason? Nope. Not going to fly. “Screw what I need to know. Give me something to work with here. I need details.”
Di huffed as if her word were law and to challenge it was an insult. “When you are made an official member of the pack, maybe Martina will tell you. It’s not my place.”
New family or pack or whatever they were, Giselle could see some arguments in their future. Di’s attitude was grating on her nerves, to say the least. But she tried with a cleansing breath to calm her wolf and work a different angle to find answers.
“Fine. If I decide to join, I’ll ask Martina. But for now at least tell me about Ash…. The boy. Because I sit next to him in Chem and in Writing. He’s…”
“Not. Our. Friend, Elle,” Di said with finality.
Giselle grimaced at the way Di tried to shut the door on the conversation. “Maybe not yours. But, as you so poignantly stated… I’m not pack. So I’m not held by those rules yet.”
“You will be pack soon enough.”
“Says who?”
“There’s no way you’ll reject our pack.” Di seemed to think she had the upper hand here.
“Been a lone wolf for a long time, and you’re not making this pack sound very appealing,” she lied. She very much wanted to be part of a pack, but if denying that would play to her advantage, she had to take it.
Di sighed impatiently. “Geeze, Elle, you just don’t give up, do you?”
“Nope.”



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