"You're… really bold," Damien said at last, a dry chuckle escaping his lips. "And you're right. They crave attention. And yes, we give it to them. But if you want something from a monkey… sometimes you have to act like a monkey."
He sighed. "I don't want you to kneel before anyone, Victoria. Truly. But you don't know how brutal the training is to get into this school. It's hard enough for regular students. But you… they're going to punish you through that training. And once you fail to get in, they'll make sure no other school ever accepts you. They'll spread the word and blacklist you everywhere."
He looked her in the eye, his voice dropping to a murmur. "They're the heirs of the three most powerful werewolf families in this pack. No one will risk crossing them not even for you."
Victoria took a step forward, her jaw set with determination. She met Damien's gaze without flinching.
