Chapter 3: Spotlight
Hailee’s POV
"Please stop!" I yelled again, louder this time, but they didn’t listen.
Callum and Nathan were fighting like wild animals, punching and growling, their bodies already starting to change. Their wolves were close to coming out. Their eyes glowed, and their muscles tensed like they were about to shift right there in front of everyone.
Students gathered around, watching in shock. No one dared to move.
I backed away, trembling. If they shifted here, in front of everyone—it wouldn’t just be a fight. It would be a bloodbath. And I would be blamed. I was the omega. The scapegoat. The one who was supposed to be invisible, not the cause of an Alpha brawl.
Do something, my mind screamed. Anything.
And so I did something incredibly, incredibly stupid.
I threw myself between them.
"Stop it!" I screamed, pushing against whoever I could reach first, my small hands useless against the brute strength of two half-shifted Alpha heirs.
But they didn’t stop. A fist—meant for Callum, or maybe Nathan, I couldn’t tell anymore—slammed into my head.
Pain shot through my skull, and everything went blurry. The world spun. My knees gave out, and I dropped to the ground. Voices turned into echoes. Faces became shadows.