Chapter 9

A shout cut through the dim room. “Everyone up,” Mr. Thorn barked, and the classroom stirred like a body dragged from water.
A soft groan came from the corner. “I just want to go home,” someone muttered. We all looked like we’d been dragged out of an asylum and asked to smile.
Mr. Thorn gave the nearest boy a tired nod. “You will go home. Be patient. The Alpha is on his way.”