#Chapter 50: First Kill

Raven My lips parted, my heart pounding so loudly I thought Hannah might hear it, but I forced out a shaky laugh instead. “Werewolves? Oh, come on, Hannah. It’s just an inside joke between me and Ember.” I reached up to brush a strand of hair from my face, willing my hand not to tremble as I moved. Slowly, casually, I let it drift toward my knife, my fingers itching to grip the hilt. Hannah didn’t buy it. Her narrowed eyes flicked over me, her sneer deepening. “You think I am stupid, don’t you?” she hissed, stepping closer. Her knife gleamed in the dim light as she moved. “You’re not even trying to hide it anymore.” “Hannah, seriously, you’re being paranoid,” I said, inching back toward my desk, my hand brushing the edge of my knife’s sheath. “What would I even gain by—” “Don’t you dare lie to me, bitch!” she snapped, rushing forward and slamming her free hand against the wall beside my head. I flinched, having nowhere to go now that she had