Though slightly irritated at having her routine disrupted, she packed up her things. She owed everything to the Alpha and Luna; they had raised her as their own, even discussing adoption years ago. That was, until Drake had thrown such a violent fit at the idea that the subject was never brought up again.
Swinging her bag over her shoulder, she hurried toward the exit. Her mind was elsewhere, and she failed to look where she was going. Her body collided hard with a solid, muscular wall of muscle. Before gravity could send her stumbling back, strong hands snapped forward to grip her shoulders, steadying her instantly.
"Whoa, easy there. My apologies," a deep, resonant voice rumbled from above her.
Belle was tall for a she-wolf, but males—especially those of high-ranking bloodlines—were built like giants. She tilted her head back and found herself staring up at a strikingly handsome teenage boy. Judging by his broad frame and presence, he definitely carried Beta or Gamma blood.
